"What do you know?" Dad put down his fork angrily. "In this family, I call the shots! You're my daughter! You've got to listen to me!"

Cyril quickly mediated, "It's fine. We can talk about it. Mr. Glover, calm down."

Dad snorted and didn't say anything.

I was still standing, feeling veins on my forehead popping out. I was so angry that my face turned red. How outrageous!

Cyril wanted to pull me, but Mom beat him to it. "Chelsea, I've got something to say to you. Let's go outside and get some fresh air."

I glanced at Cyril, and Mom patted me. "Let the men talk."

"What about Jane?"

"Not important. She'll go back to her room after finishing eating."

Then Mom pulled me out.

I was still upset, but when I felt the wind outside, I calmed down.

"How long have you been dating Cyril?" mom asked.

"Seven years. We got together in college."

Mom frowned. "Why haven't you said anything?"

I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say.

Every time I wanted to share something with her, she always talked about Jane. She didn't care about what I wanted to say at all.

"Does Cyril have any ... colleagues or classmates to introduce to Jane?"

Mom continued eagerly, "Someone with money. I don't want Jane to suffer. Oh, and someone with a good degree and a pretty face. Someone like Cyril. He's her type."

Looking at Mom's eager eyes, I felt upset.

She said she didn't want to see Jane suffer, but she always told me that girls should endure hardships since I was little.

I felt sick for no reason, and I replied coldly, "No."

"No? How could that be?" My mom was anxious. "You don't wanna help her, right? You're her sister. How come you don't care about her at all?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Today is about me. Have you cared about me at all?

"I already gave you money, but you wouldn't even buy enough food. What will Cyril think of me?

"And Dad asked for 150,000 dollars? Even our house isn't worth that much!"

Frustrated, I finally snapped and asked her sternly.

My mom was stunned for a moment, and then she cursed, "You ought to give us money! You're our daughter! You know my friend, Patricia Shorts? Patricia's daughter gives her all her wages! We're nothing but nice to you!"

"I give you 500 dollars every month, and Jane also asks me for money, and Dad also asks me for money for beer," I said, laughing out of anger. "I've got no savings at all. It's no different from giving you my wages!"