"Who said I was here to scrounge for food?" I replied calmly.
"What are you here for if you're not here to scrounge? Begging? This is a high-end place reserved for the wealthy. If you're hungry, go dig through the trash outside. That's where you belong," she said, crossing her arms and looking at me with utter disdain.
The other relatives also frowned and glared at me, their expressions filled with disgust as if I were an annoying fly.
James spoke up, too, clearly unhappy. "Janina, when you said you wanted to cut ties with us, I thought you had some backbone. But now, you've stooped to follow us for a free meal. It's really disgusting."
Before I could respond, Seamus chimed in, "Janina, I taught you from a young age to be self-reliant and have some backbone. Have you forgotten? How could you throw away your dignity for a meal?"
I looked at them and sneered, "It's just a meal. It doesn't matter to me."
"You're really something, aren't you? Sour grapes, huh? As if you, a penniless ex-con, could ever afford a meal here even if you worked your whole life," Greta sneered.
