"Do you know how embarrassing it was when I couldn't pay just now? I gave you my salary card, and now you won't even let me use the credit card, will you? Do you even want to lead a life?!"
"Open it for me now, or don't even think about letting me come back!"
It took me a moment to realize that my canceling of my mom's credit card had caused my dad's secondary card to stop working.
I let out a cold laugh. Using my mom's money to support a mistress, yet so shameless and righteous about it—what a sight to behold!
Unbelievable.
"Dad, did you see the message I sent you?" I asked calmly.
"Why is it you? Where's your mom?" My dad sounded confused.
"Answer my question," I said, already losing patience.
His tone turned annoyed. "I saw it. Tell your mom to stop acting—it's pointless."
"Hurry up and give me back access to the account. I've got urgent things to take care of!"
"I find it pointless too, and I'm not the account holder. If you want access, go ask my mom."
No wonder my mom had made canceling the credit card the first condition in her will.
For a moment, my dad was speechless, then he snapped back harshly. "You two are suffocating me."
That same phrase again.
He had often scolded my mom for not having her own life, always revolving around him.
"You're suffocating me!"
He had said that to my mom, his face full of disgust.
"Suffocating? If you're suffocating, go to the hospital for oxygen. What's my mom got to do with it? Is she oxygen?!"
Before he could respond, I hung up the phone and turned off my mom's phone.
In my dad's eyes, a wife is a wife, and a mistress is a mistress. He never considered divorcing my mom, nor did he ever admit to having a mistress.
This was the greatest "loyalty" he gave my mother.
So, he often gave a slap, followed by a sweet reward.
Sure enough, the next day, my dad came looking for me, eagerly inviting me out to dinner.
He had booked the most expensive restaurant in the city and took me to the dining hall, finding an empty seat.
The restaurant was known for its seafood, so I thought my dad had finally had a change of heart and was going to treat me to a grand meal, but he didn't.
He only ordered a few ordinary home-style dishes.
"Is your mom still mad?"
He asked with a stiff face, still unable to lower his pride.
"No, she's not mad anymore." I replied coldly.
"Not mad, but she still won't come eat, will she? She's not even answering my calls." My dad snorted.