"Maybe my parents had foresight. They didn't choose you back then. Now, who knows, perhaps they'd have sold the house and ended up destitute."
"You're worthless. My son is already thirteen, and he's one of the best in school. Look at yourself. You're not even married yet. Maybe no woman wants you. I'm tired of saying these things. Regardless of how many times I say it, you won't listen. I came here today to remind you not to forget to double the allowance you give to your parents, starting from now on."
The middle-aged man, with an air of superiority, stood tall and spoke arrogantly, drawing the disgust from the passersby.
"Why should I double the monthly allowance I give to my parents? If you want it doubled, ask them to come here themselves," the thin stall owner said with a unpleasant face.
When he catching sight of Amalia standing nearby, his expression even more unpleasant. What he didn't want others to know had been seen, making his face suddenly turn very ugly.
