MEL POV“Haven’t I been good to you? I have fed you and put a roof over your head from a tender age yet, this is how you treat me?” Mrs. Park, my adopted mother, calmly scolds me, through the phoneShe has never raised her voice, not at me nor at her husband who is never around anyway, and definitely not at her precious son, Jack.But she always had a way of making me feel useless and ungrateful.“I’m sorry.” I murmur, looking over my back to see if anyone was nearby. Nick had left to go put the flowers in a vase, so I was alone in the garden, which I was grateful for.I didn’t want anybody present to witness the disaster I know this call is going to be. “Don’t you think you have rebelled enough?” She continues. “First you move out, then I find out you worked in a bar. And now this, have you gone insane?”“How did you know about my job?” I had never told her I got a job at the bar, not that I didn’t want her to know, but because I knew she wouldn’t approve of it.“You think you could
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