just kick her out

Letta blinked a few times as suddenly the bedroom door opened loudly. "Wake up, don't tell me you're being lazy just because it's Sunday," someone snapped, making Letta try to sit up. But her movement stopped when her stomach started hurting again, prompting Letta to caress her flat stomach. Was this the effect of last night's impact that hadn't gone away? Letta thought, then she sat back down, looking at her aunt who was now glaring at her, no longer the same as before, when she used to look at her with one eye closed.

"Aunt,"

"I've heard all about Miti's story. Don't you have any mercy to help your own sister? Or have my acts of kindness toward you been insufficient?" Jeni said, making Letta sigh with exhaustion. Even her energy hadn't fully recovered yet, but she had to listen to the scolding of the two people in front of her, who certainly despised her.

"I have often helped her, Aunt," Letta answered without enthusiasm, her focus solely on her increasingly painful stomach.

"What d