My Parents Chose the Caregiver Over Me
It was not easy for me to be home for the long holidays, but my father ordered me to do the dishes after dinner.
I was taken aback. "Don't you have a caregiver at home?"
My mother frowned. "It's been hard on Harry to be taking care of us every day. Since you're home, you should let him take a rest, and do all the housework."
I could not understand this. "But I paid a lot of money to hire him to take care of you and the housework. Why am I doing the work I paid him to do?"
My words caused Harry Lambert to tear up, and they angered my parents as well. My mother frowned. "What's the point of bringing you up when we hardly see you in a year. At least Harry is considerate enough to stay by our side and take care of us."
As for my father, he pointed at my nose. "You don't need to waste your time coming back anymore. Harry will be our son from now on! You can just get out and do whatever you want!"
I smiled in exasperation. Work had been extremely busy for me, but I still gave my parents a handsome monthly allowance. Even the caregiver cost a lot of money, but they ended up treating him like he was something precious.
If that were the case, I would stop paying for everything. I wanted to see if the caregiver would still be willing to act as their son and work for free.