"Shouldn't I be the one asking this? You are not welcome here, get out!"

My tone was unfriendly and filled with hatred.

Norah took a step forward.

"Mia, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to not bring you medicine that day. It's just that Little Goldfish is sick and has to go to the hospital."

I sneered, and my contempt was evident in my words.

What's the point of saying this?

The person is already dead; it doesn't matter.

I raised my hand and knocked over the urn in her arms.

"I didn't knock it over on purpose, it's just that my hands were shaking, and I had to step on it."

I coldly followed her words and crushed the ashes hard, pressing them into the soil.

"Mia, what are you doing?!"

Joseph protected Norah behind him as always, as if he had bullied her.

I used to argue and explain things to him, but now, I don't even have the desire to talk to him.

"Go away now. I feel sick just by looking at you."

It seemed that my disgusted expression hurt Joseph, and he looked a little dazed.

Then his tone softened a little:

"Mia, don't be crazy, the results of the amniocentesis are out..."