I spread my hands wide, showing I was truly done meddling. She still seemed to think these were tasks a mom should take care of.
Tasks a mom should take care of.
Indeed, Caitlyn tends to put on weight easily, even a sip of water seems to do it.
In my previous life, I went all out to keep her diet balanced and her figure slim, scouring every cookbook and even studying nutrition.
Yet, all those efforts were twisted into accusations of abuse by her.
This time, I'm not sweating her diet or leisure. Soon enough, she'll outgrow her dance outfits.
Angered to the point of speechlessness, she stomped over to snatch the rehab plan from my hands.
I wasn't quick enough, and she grabbed it.
"What's this? So fascinating you can't even fetch me water?"
"A surgery plan? Where did a cripple like you get the cash for that?"
"Is it your lover's money? Hand it over! It's my dad's money. You heard me?"
