Join your dead parents (1)

" Ask your uncle to give you after breakfast. How much do you need? "

Zoey's expression faltered when she heard the question. She hesitated.

" About 30k... "

" What?!! "

Her uncle and aunt roared unisonly. Shock and fury was written on their faces. Even William, her grandpa frowned when he heard the amount.

" What do you need that kind of money for? "

" I need... "

Zoey stuttered. She didn't know how to explain it.

" Have you lost your mind? What do you need that kind of money for? Do you think it's nowadays dug from the soil? "

Her uncle flared up. He had lost his cool after hearing the kind of amount she needed and was afraid the old foggy would agree to it.

They had paid school fees, she wasn't paying for her food or clothes, then what else if not flaunting and wasting their hard earned money?

He felt like throwing the parasite out of the mansion if not for those two old hypocrites. He should have done that years ago.

" But... " Zoey's face was still calm though she was secretly clenching her fork, her mind in a mess. She wanted to say that the money was nothing to him. They had pocketed her parent's millions anyway.

She was desperate and disappointed though she was aware of the obvious outcome. This were the only people she could call her family but they behaved like cruel animals. Even some animals were rather kind.

" What do you need to buy with 30 thousand dollars? There's no money to waste in this house. My daughters are celebrating their birthday soon so it has been used to arrange the party and buy their gowns. "

Her aunt smugly shrugged giving her a gaze full of disdain.

" Aunt please, I really need this money... "

Zoey swallowed her pride and begged. She was desperate after all.

The woman frowned and furiously glared at her.

" Where are your ears and how dare you ask for money. Have you forgotten the amount being poured for your treatment?

Why are you being this slow, you should just hurry up and join your dead parents instead of knowingly wasting the family's money. There's so much to do anyway. "

Bang!!!

A deafening sound that started everyone to death was suddenly heard in the room.

Everyone froze on the spot as the whole place suddenly turned deathly quiet.

The servants who had been hiding eavesdropping the drama that was unfolding were so scared that they ran to hide fearing the worst.

Even those at the table were stunned. Their hearts skipped several beats and they were too scared to lift their bowed heads.

The old man was so angry that he slammed his fork and spoons on the ceramic plates. The heavy force resulted to several plates and glasses crashing on the hard floor with a bang shattering into pieces.

He pointed at his son outraged and coldly asked, " has your foolish wife lost her brains, how dare she speak like a mad woman in my presence? " His fingers were trembling as he roared.

Mark shot daggers at his stupid wife inwardly cursing. He almost slapped her on the face in anger and frustration. She always spoke without using her brain which he sometimes doubted whether it even existed. Why was she always giving him a headache?!

" Have you lost your stupid brain? Quickly apologize to her! "

He quickly berated her to avoid his dad's wrath. He couldn't risk getting into his bad books.

Iris felt wronged.

She was clearly speaking the truth and they knew it so why were they being hypocritical? Weren't they just looking for a scapegoat so that they'd be able to hide their malicious thoughts.

She gave Zoey a disgusted gaze and sneered. She'd never apologize to that stupid orphan. Not in her lifetime.