Chapter 3The Wolf in Mother’s Clothing

Sure enough, his backup arrived shortly.

"My grandson and granddaughter-in-law need a new house. They won't live in this dump! Go get a loan and buy your brother a house!"

Grandma stormed in, yelling at me.

"Why should I take out a loan for them?"

"You're the older sister! Your brother is getting married, you should contribute! You have a job now, the bank will lend to you. Go do it, stop playing dumb!"

Grandma was always so entitled.

When I was little, Tyler broke her favorite vase, and she slapped me. "Why didn't you watch your brother?"

Tyler stole the imported candy my teacher gave me for getting first place. "Why are you so stingy as a sister? Suffering is a blessing! Fighting your brother for food, aren't you afraid your mouth will rot?"

This bias ran through my entire childhood.

"What does his marriage have to do with me? No money but wants to date, trying to look rich when he's broke."

Hearing this, Grandma's face turned livid.

She suddenly grabbed my hair.

I gasped in pain.

"Getting bold, are we? Talking to me like that!"

Her other hand grabbed my collar, shaking me violently.

"Let go, old hag!"

I gritted my teeth and struggled. But she was like a madwoman, cursing non-stop.

"Raised you for nothing all these years! Ungrateful wretch, won't help your brother's marriage, God will punish you! You'll get struck by lightning sooner or later."

"Aren't you afraid Mom will come back and deal with you?" I yelled at Tyler standing nearby.

He was playing on his phone.

"I don't know what spell you put on Mom. But even if she dares to talk back to me, can she talk back to Grandma? Our family relies on Grandma's pension. What can she do to Grandma?"

Hearing this, my heart went cold.

Grandma's grip got rougher. My scalp screamed in pain, cold sweat dripping down.

"What are you doing!"

The door was suddenly pushed open with a bang.

Mom rushed over and forcibly pried Grandma's fingers open. Grandma screamed in pain.

"Are you crazy?" Grandma looked at Mom in disbelief, her voice shrill.

Tyler's eyes widened too.

"You're the crazy ones, treating your own family like this for an outsider."

Mom's tone was rare and firm. The back blocking me felt unfamiliar for a moment.

"If you don't move, don't ask me for living expenses anymore!"

Mom had no income. That was why she had been subservient to Grandma all these years.

Mom straightened her back and lifted her chin.

"Fine, don't give it! Think I'll starve? But if you dare bully my daughter again, don't blame me for turning nasty!"

Grandma trembled with rage, cursing as she slammed the door and left.

Tyler looked at Mom, speechless for a long time.

"Crazy. You're definitely crazy."

He smashed his fist on the table and stormed into his room.

Only Mom and I were left in the living room. I held my throbbing head, looking up at her.

Mom's face showed a rare softness.

She even reached out and gently straightened my messy collar.

"It's okay, Mom's here."

She had never used such a gentle tone with me before.