"Don't you dare call that old man," my mom says, struggling to get the words out clearly.
"Why? He's your father."
"I know."
"And he's rich."
I don’t understand why she insists on suffering when she has a well-off family. I know grandpa would clear the bill if he knew his daughter was almost dying.
"He only listens to that woman. Trust me, he won’t lift a finger." She says and I shake mt head in disbelief.
"But she's your mother."
"Stepmother, remember? She’s the one who convinced him to marry me off to a twenty-year-old. I hate her. I’d rather die than let her see me helpless."
When she mentioned Dad was young, I didn’t expect him to be twenty at the time. And I had no idea this was all my step-grandmother’s doing. Now, I don’t know what to do. It is so crazy that they would subdu
