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    Mack yelled back, “You think I like this? Jobs aren’t just handed out! If you’re fed up with me, maybe I should just kill myself.” Furious, Mack stormed toward the door.


    As he swung it open, he spotted Isabe standing there, armsden with grocery bags.


    His eyes greedily scanned her haul. “Meat and seafood? Payday, huh?” Isabe quickly replied, “No.”


    Mack scoffed, unconvinced, and bluntly said, “Transfer me a thousand dors. I need to buy some cigarettes.”


    Though reluctant, Isabeplied, recalling how Mack had supported her when she had been jobless.


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    “I will not do it,” he shot back.


    Staring at her, he added, “Speak to Brenna for me. Ask her to hook me up with a job—any job. I’ll take it.”


    Isabe felt like she was in a dilemma. “I don’t think I can persuade her to do that.”


    “Just give it a shot,” Mack said, stepping into the elevator.


    After Isabe stepped inside, Ruby asked her in a hushed tone, “How much did you get for your sry?”


    Isabe hesitated, then said, “Twenty-three thousand.”


    Lately, Isabe hade to the conclusion that the Barrett family had no future. She resolved to move out shortly, seeking to break ties with them. To her, living on her own held far greater potential than remaining entangled with the Barretts.


    Ruby, shocked by Isabe’s reply, questioned, “Didn’t you tell me Brenna pays you over thirty thousand a month?”


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    Isabe met Ruby’s gaze, effortlessly spinning a lie, “That’s what I thought at first, butst month I had no sales and missed a few days, so my pay was lower than that.”


    Ruby, visibly irritated, said, “Hand the money over now. We’re barely scraping by for groceries, and your father’s wages aren’t enough.” With reluctance, Isabe sent Ruby twenty thousand.


    As they prepared dinner side by side in the kitchen, Ruby said, “Is Brenna treating you well? Why don’t you ask her about finding Mack a job? Even a job with a modest sry will do.”


    Isabe disliked this idea. She had worked hard to get a job from Brenna and did not want to risk losing it.


    “Sure,” she agreed on the surface, having no intention to actually do it.


    Before long, Mack returned, clutching a pack of cigarettes and two bottles of liquor.


    Alec also arrived home soon, arms full of takeout containers. Grinning, he dered, “I got my sry today. Let’s celebrate.”


    Alec gave an approving nod. “That is a fine amount. Together with my earnings, it’s more than enough to keep our family of four afloat. If Macknds a job, we’ll be set for a bright future.”


    The Barrett family savored their rare feast, the air filled with lighthearted chatter. Laughter danced around the table, but Isabe’s mood was somber. She felt taken advantage of, as she earned the most in the family and had to support everyone. It was frustrating that one of the two grown men in the family earned so little while the other did not work at all. The more she thought about it, the more unfair it seemed. Dreams of independence flickered in her mind—perhaps a cozy apartment of her own, far from the Barrett family.


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