A Greedy Woman

16(b)

"Fine." Henry laughed angrily. "Oliver, since you are so ungrateful, don't blame me for not regarding you as my son."

After saying that, Henry shook off Oliver's hand and walked toward the door. He glared at me fiercely when passing by me.

I picked up the two paper bags on the sofa, chased after them quickly, and threw the bags into Henry's arms. "Take your things away. We don't collect garbage."

Before they could retort, I slammed the door.

The house was finally quiet.

I turned around and looked at Oliver, who was standing at the table with the smashed cake in front of him.

He just looked straight at me with dull eyes.