"Auntie, don't blame me for speaking bluntly. In these years, I have given all my scholarships to my family. I am not a freeloader. According to reason, I must take care of you when you are sick. But dropping out of school is excessive. Moreover, I remember that Uncle's construction site is insured, and there will be compensation at that time. My university mentor will take me on a project soon. Even if I am just a small student, I can still get tens of thousands. What do you think, who is more suitable to take care of Uncle, me or you? Maybe, Uncle will have insurance compensation. We might as well hire a nanny to take care of Uncle first. I am a girl, and it is not convenient for me to take care of Uncle. What do you think?
After I finished speaking, my aunt and the others had already changed their faces.
But I had made up my mind in this life not to be manipulated by their gratitude for raising me, especially not to drop out of school. Otherwise, the tragedy of the previous generation would repeat itself.
Aunt never expected that I would resist and said, "Rebecca, you are selfish. When your mother died and your uncle wanted to adopt you, I disagreed. Now, your uncle is in such difficulty, and you don't even want to take care of him. How did we raise such an ungrateful person like you?"
As she spoke, she slapped herself and burst into tears, even falling down beside Uncle Patrick's sickbed and saying, "Look at what you have done. Now people can see clearly that you have worked for nothing."
Uncle Patrick was also a person who could act. As soon as he woke up, his voice became wooden, "I just wanted... to be worthy of my sister, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect to be an... an ungrateful person."
He said with a sense of grievance, and the other patients in the same ward started whispering.
Most of them were condemning me. I sneered silently. They had used this moral kidnapping many times in their previous lives.
But because I had illusions about them, I always softened before.
Just when my aunt thought she had the upper hand, I suddenly heard a cold voice interrupting, "Who dares to make Rebecca drop out of school?"
I turned around and saw Auntie Iris rushing over in a hurry.
She was dusty all the way, and her delicate hair was blown messy by the wind.