CHAPTER 198

Jamie and Ivy were in the verandah, eating together in a relaxed manner while roasting their daughter for doing a half-assed job with washing the car.

“Ben learned how to do it when he was four. He changed a tire when he was eight or nine,” Ivy was proudly talking about her one and only son whom she doted on a lot. “And look at you. Why are there still lines on the windows? You didn’t wash it with water in the end, did you? You are quite lazy, Ruth.”

“Mom, brother can do a lot of things. I admit that,” Ruth quickly retorted. “But he can’t do some of the things that I can do. For instance, if I call my friends, they will come in hordes, but if my brother calls, I doubt even street dogs would come.”

Ivy’s eyes reddened a bit, but she couldn’t quite refuse her daughter’s words. “That’s because he’s an introvert. He doesn’t talk much. He minds his own business, so he doesn’t have many friends. But you, on the other hand, steal money from my purse and your dad’s purse and go out with your