On the other end of the line, Mrs. Clifford was stunned into silence.
In her mind, Wendy had always been obedient and sensible, never causing her any trouble.
No matter what problems the family faced, Wendy would always handle them. That's why she always turned to Wendy first whenever Baron got into trouble.
She never imagined her daughter felt this way. She truly believed she had been fair to both her children.
It was just that her son's health was poor, while her daughter was healthy and capable, so she had naturally focused more of her attention on him.
As her daughter's words sank in, Mrs. Clifford's voice became thick with tears again.
"Wendy, how can you say that? You're my own flesh and blood. How could I not have considered you? Your brother is different. He's been frail since he was a child and has suffered so much. As his older sister…"
Mrs. Clifford had been about to say that as the older sister, she should help her brother.
But she caught herself, afraid of provoking Wendy further.
She changed her approach. "We're family. We shouldn't talk like this. Whatever difficulties we face, we should solve them together. If you were the one in trouble today, I'm sure your brother would help you."
Wendy let out a cold, humorless laugh.
"I don't need his help. And I don't have a brother like Baron. If you want to help him, go ahead. I can't do anything."
Her mother's voice erupted on the other end, shifting from tearful pleading to hysterical rage.
"Are you trying to kill me? You can ask your boss for an advance on your salary! If that doesn't work, borrow from your friends and colleagues!"
When Wendy remained silent, Mrs. Clifford cleared her throat. Realizing she still needed her daughter to solve this, she softened her tone again.
"Wendy, don't you have those close friends? That Janina married into a rich family; she must have money. And Maggie's family is well-off, and she has a high salary. Melody is a celebrity; I heard she makes tens of thousands for a single commercial. You could ask them to lend you some."
Mrs. Clifford paused, and when her daughter didn't object, she continued in a gentle, motherly tone. "We'll pay it back. Your father and I can save seven or eight thousand a year. We'll definitely pay it back, don't you worry. You can borrow the money in your name, and your father and I will be the ones to repay it."
When being harsh didn't work, she fell back on her usual move: using guilt trips.
There it was.
That was her mother, scheming to get money from her for her useless son.

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