ia's

m I supposed to

table carelessly as if she were giving money to a beggar. "H

"And what about Paul? Wha

he said, "Of course not. You're my sister. Of course, I'm on yo

I nodded with relief. "I'd like to

ood there, looking at me, but made no move to clean the ro

How can you be so inconsiderate? Can't you see how cramped the house is? Even if we clear out the

, "Miles, this is my home. Isn't it n

re twenty-eight years old. How can you still want to live with your bro

g no support. My father puffed away on his cigarette, acting as if none of this concerned him. There I stood, awkward and helpless, realizing their rush to

asked incredulously, "Di

f-explanatory, Olivia, before, you could make money and support the family, so we all got along. But now, you're j

ful and might be a burden, you

r mouth to feed isn't something we can afford. You're better off finding a

m a b

got out and haven't even had a sip of water at home, and suddenly, I'm a burden? I've given so much for this family. I handed all my salary to you, contributed to buyi

years? Having a convict in the family brought shame on all of us. People point and whisper wherever

ou for

ed his true feelings. To him, I was now just a burden, the re

you. The one who shamed the family is you! If you really cared about the family's reputation, you should have confessed

for any reward. I did it out of love for my parents and genuine care for my brother. I sacrificed myself, went to

ith utter betrayal and contempt. "I don't understand. Isn'

r taking the fall. What more do you want from me? This house is under my name now, and Miles will give bi

n for him was worth only a single "Thank You".

off her family. We were hoping to marry you off to a good man and get some money, but now, as an ex-

n to prison, so you'll be poor forever.