Chapter 3The Roommate Who Wanted My Family

Before my mom could even answer, Chloe's eyes filled with excited tears.

"Thank you, Godfather! Can I really go?"

She looked at my mom with eyes full of desperate expectation.

My mom opened her mouth, hesitated, and finally said, "Let me call the travel agency and see if they have any spots left."

A few minutes later, my mom came back. "I'm so sorry, Chloe. The agency said the tour is completely booked, they absolutely can't add another person. Next time, okay? Next time we have the chance, we'll all go together."

A flash of intense resentment crossed Chloe's eyes, but she had no choice but to nod and agree.

After dinner, Chloe followed me into my bedroom.

Her voice suddenly turned dark and accusing. "You should have told me you guys were going on a trip earlier! If you had told me sooner, Mom and Dad could have booked a ticket for me too."

I ignored her completely, grabbed my pajamas, and went into the bathroom to shower.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, my foot slipped violently, and I crashed hard onto the floor just outside the door.

I clutched my leg, breaking into a cold sweat from the pain. "Who moved the non-slip mat from the door?!"

"And why is there body wash all over the floor?! No wonder it's so slippery!"

My mom rushed over to help me up, glaring at Chloe. "Did you move the mat? And spill body wash everywhere?"

Chloe looked incredibly guilty. "Oh no! I accidentally spilled some body wash earlier, so I took the mat to wash it."

"I was just about to clean up the floor when Emma came out! I swear I didn't do it on purpose!"

She put on her best 'about to cry' face. "Emma, are you okay? I'm so, so sorry."

My dad was supporting my weight. "We need to get her to the ER. Our girl took a really bad fall."

The whole family rushed me to the emergency room. After a series of X-rays, we were relieved to find no broken bones.

But my ankle and knee were swollen like balloons. I couldn't walk without someone supporting me on both sides.

Chloe looked deeply concerned. "Emma is hurt so badly, she definitely can't go on the trip tomorrow. This is all my fault. Is the tour money just going to be wasted?"

"Godmother, can you get a refund? What if you can't? That's so much money, it would be such a waste if someone didn't go."

Since I couldn't go, she wanted to take my spot.

Chloe's hinting couldn't have been more obvious, but my parents completely ignored it.

"Then none of us will go. We'll stay home and take care of Emma."

Chloe looked annoyed for a second, but quickly masked it.

"Godfather, Godmother, please go enjoy your trip! I'll stay here and take care of Emma."

I chimed in, "Yeah, Mom, Dad, you guys go have fun! Chloe and I will be fine hanging out here."

After much persuasion, my parents finally decided to go on the trip.

Leaving just me and Chloe alone in the house.

"You purposely made me slip yesterday."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Oh please, I really didn't do it on purpose. Why do you always assume the worst of me? Even Godfather and Godmother didn't blame me, why are you still holding onto it?"

She opened the fridge and, without asking, pulled out the expensive imported durian and cherries and started eating them.

"Hurry up and order some takeout, I'm starving. And order a lot, okay? I invited some friends over. There are five of them, and they can eat a lot, so don't be cheap, it'll make me look bad."

"You invited your friends to my house?!"

"Yeah, this is my house too! Why can't I invite my friends over to play?"

I was about to explode.