I let out a sigh when I heard them whispering. I don't mind people talking about our lives, but they should make sure they don't do it in front of me or loudly enough for me to hear. I noticed the three female employees of Dad's still staring at me, then continued whispering.
Did Dad hired these people to gossip around? To use their mouth instead of their hands?
People behind us were already saying how pitiful our lives were or how pitiful my brother was for growing up without a mother. And what enraged me the most was they said that if we aborted the child, my mother would still be alive. Mom loved my brother, and I loved him in the same way that I loved my mother. I have no regrets about having him, and I don't want him to hear such words.
I had just arrived at the office when I overh
