Ivy's POV:
"Jason? What on earth are you up to now?" Elsa asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence as she turned around at the sound.
"Oh, nothing, Mom." Jason replied, clutching his bleeding hand. He flashed me a cheeky wink and nonchalantly swiped the scarf from my bag to wrap around his wound. "I'm coming right over."
I shot daggers at their retreating figures, strutting away like they had won some grand victory, and helped my mother to her feet.
"Mom, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, standing tall with a proud air. She quickly wiped away her tears and fixed her hair before smiling at me. "Sweetheart, could you pour me a drink?"
Seeing her hands trembling from years of drinking, I refused with irritation, "Mom, can't you just quit drinking for once?"
She didn't answer, j
