"You're so ungrateful! It's not like you're making some huge sacrifices! We raised you for nothing!"

My mom pushed me, and her voice became sharp.

I stumbled. Realizing that I couldn't communicate with her at all, I turned around and left.

She caught up and grabbed my arm. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going back."

"No! You can't go back!" She suddenly sounded anxious.

I looked at her in confusion. "Why not?"

She avoided my gaze, feeling a little guilty. I had a bad feeling, and I shook off her hand and walked towards the door.

The door was locked from the outside, so I quickly unlocked it with the key.

I saw that Jane's shirt had already undone four buttons, revealing her lace bra underneath. She looked very slutty.

And Cyril struggled to get up, leaning against the sofa and swaying. "Don't..."