Chapter 4The Boyfriend Test

Mom couldn't hold it in anymore. She put down her chopsticks. "Emily told me your income. Do you think $4,000 a month is enough to support a future?"

Chad put down his chopsticks too, confident. "Mom, don't worry. Dad makes $2,800 and gives the family $2,500, and that supports the house. My income is higher than Dad's!"

"Plus, I can do food delivery on weekends. I can easily make $4,500 a month."

Mom was speechless, her face looking strange.

She raised another issue. "Emily is a college graduate. You didn't even finish high school. It might not be a good match."

Chad laughed out loud. "Mom, I used to think there was a big difference between college kids and uneducated guys like us. But Emily doesn't even know how to order at a boba shop."

"Don't worry, I won't dislike her for it. I think she's cute like that!"

Dad reached his limit. "You dare dislike my daughter?"

"Look at yourself! What kind of trash are you!"

Hearing this, Chad's face turned cold. "What kind of trash? At least I can buy Emily boba, take her to McDonald's, and buy her clothes at the mall—even if they're from the discount rack!"

"And I can let her buy whatever drink she wants at the convenience store."

"Do you really think $4,000 can support her?" Dad raised his voice.

"It's $4,500!" Chad retorted, unbothered. "Dad, you support the family on $2,800. I make more than you. It's definitely enough!"

Finally, Dad turned red with anger. "Don't call me Dad! I'm not your Dad!"

He slammed his chopsticks on the table. They bounced into a dish, splashing sauce.

To dodge the sauce, Chad stood up, knocking his chair over with a loud crash.

I gasped. "Dad, what are you doing!"

Mom looked furious, staring at me with disappointment. "What do you see in him! Are you possessed?"

"What spell are you under?"

I quickly handed Chad a tissue.

Then I looked up at her with deep, dark eyes, saying nothing.

Mom seemed to sense something. Disbelief filled her eyes, followed by panic.