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I instinctively sidestepped, and my slipper hit the wall with a dull thud.
"Grandma, what did I do wrong?" I lowered my head, trying to keep my tone calm.
"Don't play innocent!" She pointed a finger at me, scolding, "Did you go looking for that vixen yesterday? Huh? Who do you think you are, meddling in my business?"
Her voice was sharp and grating, each word piercing my ears like needles.
I raised my head and shot her a cold glance but chose not to respond.
"What, not satisfied?" Seeing my silence, Grandma pressed on, "Let me tell you, this house is ruled by me! If you dare say another word, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
She spat her words with such fervor that saliva flew everywhere, and she stomped her foot deliberately, making the floor thud loudly.
I took a deep breath, pushing my anger deep down, and replied softly, "Got it."
"Got what?!" Grandma slammed her palm on the table. "Don’t think I don’t know what schemes you’re up to! You better behave! First, clean the bathroom, then wash everyone’s dirty clothes!"
Before she finished speaking, my cousin sauntered out of his room, lazily picking his teeth. "Grandma, you're just too kind. To deal with this little brat, she needs to do more chores so she doesn't spend all day thinking nonsense and causing trouble for us!"
He looked me up and down with a disgusting smirk.
"Shut up!" I shot him a cold glare but quickly looked down again, ignoring him.
But my cousin wouldn’t let it go. He picked up the teacup from the table and took a sip before intentionally splashing the remaining tea onto the floor near my feet. "Oops, sorry about that, Sister. Looks like I spilled some water on your shoes; why don’t you lick them clean?"
I clenched my fists tightly, my nails nearly digging into my palms, yet I still managed to hold back my anger.
"What are you still standing there for?" Grandma shouted, glaring at me. "Get to work! Otherwise, don’t expect to eat today!"
With that, she plopped back down on the sofa and turned on the television to watch a soap opera.
My cousin lounged on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding his phone and humming a tune, looking completely at ease.
A wave of nausea washed over me; the more they acted this way, the less I could afford to reveal my true feelings!
I silently turned and walked toward the bathroom, picking up a brush and some cleaning solution from the corner to start cleaning the toilet.
The sharp smell of the cleaning agent filled the air, making it almost hard to breathe.
With each scrub, I replayed the video I had recorded earlier in my mind. Those images acted like a shot of adrenaline, making my grip stronger with every stroke.
Once I finished scrubbing the toilet, I picked up a large bucket of water and tossed all the family’s clothes into the basin, scrubbing them vigorously.
Water splashed onto my sleeves and pant legs, but I didn’t care; this little hardship was nothing.
My cousin sauntered over to the balcony, humming his tune. "Hey, Sister, using that much strength—are you trying to tear my clothes apart?"
I couldn’t be bothered to respond to him and kept my head down, continuing to wash the clothes.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" He saw that I was ignoring him and kicked over a nearby bucket of dirty water, splashing it all over the ground and soaking half of my pants.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Sister," he said, his face unable to hide the smugness. "I slipped."
"It's fine." I looked up at him, my gaze as cold as steel. "It’s not like it compares to your rotten conscience."
My cousin froze for a few seconds before erupting in anger. "Stinky Girl, say that again if you dare!"
"Enough!" Grandma rushed out from the living room upon hearing the commotion, and without hesitation, she slapped me across the face. "You little brat, hurry up and finish washing those clothes!"
Grandma didn't care about who was right or wrong; she only favored her precious grandson. After all, he was a boy, and I was just a Penny Pincher!
But it was fine; I had long since gotten used to this bias. The more they treated me this way, the more determined I became to take my revenge.
So, I lowered my head and continued washing clothes while stealing glances at their every move.
Hours later, as night fell, I finally finished all the chores. Dragging my exhausted body back to my room, the first thing I did was take out my phone and double-check that the video had saved properly.
In the footage, that twisted and grotesque face and those venomous words were all clearly visible!
Soon enough, they would pay for what they had done!
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