As he spoke, Mr. Donovan snorted derisively.
'Good thing I wasn't so naive as to not ask. Otherwise, all of the old man's money would have gone straight to my sister.'
"Bullshit! That was the first time I asked him for money since I started working! What about you? You ask for money almost every year. How could I possibly have taken more than you?" Mrs. Donovan slammed the table and shot to her feet, her eyes filled with rage and her voice laced with accusation. "You even took Dad's last bit of pension money. Are you even human?
Dad was the one who paid for your two useless sons to study abroad!"
At the mention of his children, Mr. Donovan's expression grew more aggressive. "Listen to you talk. You really think you're some kind of saint?
That was the old man caring for his grandchildren. Don't think I don't know. The moment he gave them the tuition money, your vampire of a daughter was on the phone.
