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“Izzy, this.” Amalia gritted her teeth. She thought Izzy would quickly accept her apology as long as she showed
how sincere she was. Why was she not budging? Was Izzy serious this time? Was she really going to abandon
them? No! That's impossible!
“Let's stop wasting each other's time,” Izzy said as she rose from her seat. “I am not going back. Instead of
coming here, you should waste your energy looking for another accommodation.
“Are you are you really going to kick us out?” Amalia got up. She frowned as she tried to touch Izzy's arm, but
the latter took a step back, avoiding her hand. “Izzy, I'am your aunt. | am your mother’s sister. How could you
just kick us out on the streets after | took care of you all these years? Is this how you plan to honor your mother’s
memory?”
“Memory?” Izzy snorted. “You want to talk about memory?”
Amalia took a step back, her shoulders tightening. “That's not what | meant,” she said, forcing a strained smile.
“There's no need to bring up the past. I'm trying to mend things between us
Izzy's gaze darkened as she moved forward, one step at a time. “Don’t bring up my mother,” she said.
“Your mother is a kind woman that would never abandon her own sister!” Amalia asked, her lips trembling.
“Does it make you guilty? Does thinking about her make you feel bad about how you're treating me-your
mother’s only sister?”
Izzy snorted. “Guilty of what, exactly?” she asked, taking another step closer. When Amalia didn’t answer, Izzy
continued. “It doesn’t makeguilty, Amalia, but it does remind me. It remindsof my own stupidity.”
Amalia blinked rapidly, pretending not to understand. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, shaking her head.
“Don’t you?” Izzy's tone was sharp as she took another step toward Amalia. “Do you remember how you raised
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtme, Amalia? Let's start with a simple question: How many clothes did you ever buy for me? Do you remember
the ones that fit or weren't your daughter's hand-me-downs? Or the ones that she doesn’t like?”
“That's not fair-You- You had your grandfather and he-"
“Fair?” Izzy interrupted. “Was it fair that | stayed in the smallest room in the house while Monica's room had
space for a king-sized bed and a wardrobe big enough to hold my life twice over?”
“Your room was cozy,” Amalia said, her voice defensive. “And it had a balcony.”
Izzy took another step forward, closing the distance between them. Amalia instinctively backed up, her hip
brushing the
and you edge of the table. “Cozy,” Izzy repeated, her voice laced with mockery. “Like those cozy camps, you sent
halls while Monica toured Europe? Did you even bother to check how | was doing? Or were the postcards | sent
enough proof that | was alive?”
Amalia raised her hands slightly, trying to placate her. “Izzy, it wasn't like that- And you- you agreed to stay in
those camps. It wasn't like-"
“Wasn't it?” 1zzy shot back, her expression cold. She leaned slightly forward, forcing Amalia to press back against
the table. She observed Amalia’s flushed face as she wondered what the woman was thinking. “Right... of
course, | agreed. | even let you use my card to book your own flight, right?”
“l— Izzy can we stop?”
“Do you even remember anything about those camps?” Izzy continued. What surprised her was the fact that,
talking about the past didn’t make her feel anything at all.. She expected to at least feel sad about it. Instead,
she felt. nothing. “Do you remember the hives, the swelling after the camps? You don’t, right? You don’t fucking
remember anything. You don’t remember that you actually forgot to tell them what | was allergic to because you
were so busy packing for... Switzerland.”
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Amalia opened her mouth to respond, but Izzy added, “Oh, and how could we forget-when I fell and broke my
arm, who tookto the doctor? Oh, wait, that’s right. No one. | wore a makeshift sling for days because you
convinced| didn’t need a doctor, that it was just a scrape. And | actually listened to you!” Pathetic!
Amalia’s face was drained of color. “You don’t understand the pressure | was under-"
“No,” Izzy cut her off, stepping even closer. “What | don’t understand is how you spent my parents’ money, the
money they left for me, on vacations, luxury, and Monica's private education while | was treated like a second-
class citizen in my own home. What | don’t understand is... how you were able to convinceto do it all without
asking questions.”
Amalia’s voice rose, desperate. “Izzy, you're scaring me.”
Izzy stopped abruptly, a smile breaking across her lips. She tilted her head, her eyes glinting. “Scared? What are
you scared of, Amalia? Me? Or the truth?”
Amalia’s breath hitched as she pressed herself harder against the table, her hands gripping the edge. She stared
at Izzy's smiling face.
“This will be the last t| waste my ton you,” Izzy said, her tone eerily calm. “I don’t want to see you
again.” “Izzy, wait!” Amalia grabbed Izzy's wrist. “At least givesix months. That's all I'm asking. You owe me
that much.”
Izzy didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, she looked down at Amalia’s hand, then up at her face, her
expression unreadable. “Six months?” she asked, her voice sharp.
Amalia hesitated, her voice faltering. “Because | raised you. | took care of you when no one else was there. You
can’t just throw us out like this.. Six months. | deserve to at least stay for six more months before | can find
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsomething better!”
A dry laugh escaped Izzy as she stepped back, forcing Amalia to release her wrist. “Alright,” she raised an
eyebrow. “I'm giving you a chance. But here's the condition: you bringthe titles to the properties you
pawned. Then I'll consider giving you those six months.”
Amalia’s eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to respond. “What... what are you
talking about?” she stammered, her voice laced with panic.
Izzy's lips curved into a cold smile. “You wantto spell it out for you?” She leaned slightly closer. “You stole
the titles of a few of my properties and pawned them. Now, | want them back.”
“You're mistaken!” Amalia exclaimed. “I don’t know what you‘re talking about. | never-"
“Amalia, if you're going to lie, at least put seffort into it. You're not even convincing.” Izzy rolled her eyes.
Hearing this, Amalia clutched the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white. “Izzy, please... this is a
misunderstanding.
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“You have three days,” Izzy interrupted. She turned toward the door without another glance. “If | don’t have
everything by then, I'll call the police. Let's see how you explain yourself to them.”
Amalia’s breath hitched as she watched Izzy walk away, her heart pounding with fear and disbelief. “Izzy, wait!”
she called. out desperately. “Please, you don’t understand—"
Izzy stopped at the doorway and turned her head slightly, her expression icy. “Three days, Amalia. Not a minute
more.” Then she walked out, the sound of her heels echoing in the silent room.
Amalia sank into the nearest chair, her hands trembling as she buried her face in them.
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