Last time, Mom and Dad emptied their savings
and borrowed money to pay it off for her.
And she complained, saying there was no way
Chad wanted her to pay. He was just playing
games.
So this time, when Tiffany grabbed the lawsuit
and said, “Mom, Dad, don’t worry about this. I’ll
handle it myself,” Dad gave her a thumbs–up.
“That’s my girl! Full of spunk!”
Tiffany puffed out her chest.
“Of course! When I’m Mrs. Thompson, $80,000
will be nothing.
Unlike my sister, who just studies all the time.
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She’ll always work for someone else. Our family’s future depends on me.”
Me: “…”
And Tiffany’s idea of “handling it herself” was
to act like some soap opera heroine, running in front of Chad’s car and yelling at him.
“Just because you have money doesn’t mean
you can do whatever you want!”
“Why did you fire me? I already said I was
sorry!”
Chad didn’t even know who she was. He sat in
his car, not even bothering to look at her.
After ten minutes, Chad got impatient. “Run her
over,” he said coldly.
If the driver hadn’t had some sense, she would
have been seriously injured.
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A passerby called the ambulance for Tiffany.
When the cops arrived, she tried to protect
Chad: “We just had a misunderstanding! He
didn’t mean it! Don’t hurt him!”
Everyone stared at her like she was insane.
She was lost in her own little world.
Afterward, Chad still didn’t show up.
People like him can fix anything with money.
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And this was just some crazy woman.
The lawyer had dealt with Tiffany before. He
cut to the chase: if she agreed to drop the
issue, the car thing would be forgotten, and
he’d cover her medical bills.
Chad said the same thing last time.
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Mom was overjoyed when she heard that.
Tiffany refused, not wanting to ruin her “I’m too
good for money” act.
She threw the lawyer out of the room. “I don’t
need his charity! I’ll pay him back, with
interest!”
Because of her, our family, who had been living
comfortably, fell into debt and started
struggling.
During her hospital stay, she started acting like
a rich lady, yelling at Mom, throwing things.
So this time, after she got hospitalized, Mom
and Dad booked the first flight out of the
country.
They were terrified of her sticking them with
the bill.
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Unable to find Mom and Dad, Tiffany called me,
demanding that I take care of her.
I sounded hesitant: “Tiffany, you know I’m busy
writing my thesis. I don’t have time.”
She screamed through the phone: “Mandy, I’m
your sister! Is your stupid schoolwork more
important than me?”
I laughed. Did she even have to ask?
“Of course, my schoolwork is more important!”
A few minutes after I hung up, Tiffany posted
on social media: “You can’t rely on anyone.
You’re all you have.”
I scoffed.
Last time, we were always cleaning up her
messes, never giving up on her no matter how
crazy she got.
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But after her CEO dream crashed, she blamed
everything on Mom, Dad, and me, then set us
on fire.
I wasn’t helping her this time.
