Aurora felt awful. She had grown up in someone else's home, always watching her tone, reading the room. Even now, living on her own, she still had to deal with Mrs. Wilson's attitude.
Her life had been nothing but suffocating. She wanted to talk back—but out of respect for her uncle, who had always treated her well, she bit her tongue.
"Auntie, if Kimi didn't like the gift, I'll just send him money. Please help him buy whatever he wants," Aurora said calmly, though inside, she was boiling. Wasn't family supposed to be supportive? Since starting her career, she'd given nearly two million to Mrs. Wilson.
But in her aunt's eyes, it still seemed like Aurora owed her everything.
"Well, that works too, haha. Honestly, I get it. Grandma doesn't like you, so it's understandable that you wouldn't want to come," Mrs. Wilson's tone suddenly softened.
Aurora felt sick. The only reason she'd called was for money.
