In a corner they both didn't see, I quietly looked at the slightly open door.
When Scott and Emma scolded me just now, Mason heard everything.
Despite his young age, he was the most spiteful person.
This time, let your anger be fully vented on your loving parents.
Before entering the kitchen, I suddenly held my stomach and said I needed to go to the bathroom.
Scott was busy watching his game and just waved his hand without paying any attention.
Just as I entered the bathroom, I heard Emma complaining loudly, as if she wanted me to hear it on purpose.
"What a lazy girl! Scott, your sister is not truly loyal to you, I'm afraid."
I quickly set an alarm for two minutes later and cleaned the bathroom before opening the door and going out.
Just at that time, Scott said, "She doesn't need to be loyal to me, as long as she can..."
Seeing me push the door open, the second half of his sentence got stuck in his throat.
"What's wrong?"
I pretended not to hear anything and asked sincerely.
Actually, I knew what he wanted to say. As long as I could give them money, he didn't care about family ties.
"Nothing. Since you don't come around very often, why not help Emma?"
"Hey, okay, I'll go now."
I was about to wash my hands when the alarm clock went off.
I pretended to answer the phone and hurriedly ran downstairs.
Emma tried to grab me, but I skillfully dodged her.
"What? Why did you call me now when the situation is so serious?"
After getting downstairs, I quickly drove away.
I didn't stop until I reached my own rented apartment, where I pulled out my phone that was on silent mode.
As expected, it was Scott and Emma asking why I had suddenly left.
"Sorry, a depressed girl tried to commit suicide at the hospital and the director asked me to check on her."
As soon as I sent the message, their messages followed.
"What depression? I think all these mental illnesses are just a bunch of whining. Are you trying to be lazy?"
"How could I? I'm just trying to work hard to get a bonus at the end of the month to buy a computer for Mason."
Hearing that, they forgave me "generously".
"Alright. By the way, Mason will take the SAT next week, you'd better book a hotel for us in advance, and you have to personally pick up him and take him to the test venue."
Scott's tone was full of entitlement, as if I was born to be a maid serving him and his son.
I suppressed my hatred and continued to reply.