I must have been out of my mind, thinking that family shouldn't fuss over such things, so I agreed.

I quietly calculated the time and, fortunately, we hadn't sold our house to buy a new one yet. We were just renting together with them.

Speaking of the new house, Madeline fell silent.

Naomi said righteously, "Isn't that a special education institution? What's the big deal about having one more problem child?"

I played dumb. "It's not a problem as long as you pay. You'll be our most valued customer! I can even give you a friends and family discount."

Naomi's face darkened, and she asked stiffly, "How much will it cost?"

"Not much, not much. Thirteen thousand a month!"

She blurted out, "Are you crazy? I'm using you because it's free!"

I shrugged. "Well, there's nothing I can do then."

Naomi, seeing that things were turning ugly, simply sat at the door. "I don't care. I can't take care of him. If you make me, I'll die!"

Madeline cried in distress. "What a sin! We're all women, Zoey, why can't you be more understanding of your sister?"

I didn't know when, but the door had already been opened, and many neighbors were peeking in, with some already starting to comment.

"Oh dear, it's not easy being a parent of a special needs child. It looks so heartbreaking.

"Young lady, you'll be pregnant someday too. Think about it from her perspective.

"You're all family. It's just a matter of lending a hand. Why be so particular?"

Lend a hand? At the training center, special needs children come with a parent, and I had to take care of Bennett alone every day while also completing my teaching tasks, often overwhelmed and in a sorry state.

In my previous life, I worked every day. At twenty-six years old, my hair was half gray, and I even experienced symptoms of a threatened miscarriage later on.

I had no choice but to resign and stay in bed, but Madeline still left Bennett with me, leading to a tragedy.

The neighbors didn't care about this, blaming me one after another. In fact, these neighbors weren't close to me and often complained about Bennett being too noisy in the community group.

But at this time, they united to morally coerce me.

It seems that they were all playing dumb.

I smiled slightly and said, "You guys are so sweet. In that case, Aunt Julia, please don't hang your clothes out the window anymore. Bennett needs sunlight, and your sheets block the sunlight from his bedroom completely."