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His gaze darted to her disdainfully. "Why haven't you served her anything yet?" He questioned, gesturing towards his sister with a jerk of his chin.

Here it goes again, a familiar thought whispered through her mind. "I was busy cleaning up her room."

"That is not an excuse!" Bilal's voice rose a notch. "Had it been your mother in her place, would you have ignored her the same way?"

Instantly, Zynah felt a pang in her heart. Whenever any of her parent's were mentioned, the pain and regret of what she did to then surged back into her in full force. She knew what he was doing - he mentioned her mother intentionally, because he wanted to add salt in her injury. He had a motive. He knew exactly how to inflict the most damage.

"Just let it go already." Nazmeera smirked. "She was probably busy, like she said."

"No, I won't let it go." He snapped.

Through the corner of Zynah's eye, she could see Nazmeera smiling in satisfaction.

"She needs to be taught a lesson. It seems