"You are lying," I heard her screaming.
Well, I haven't expected much better from her or anyone if I look into it. Did I? I knew it. I knew it that however sweet stranger you might look like, you are a stranger indeed. And nobody will believe a stranger over someone. If that someone is none other than your family.
"I told you, Di. She's a middle-class bloody gold digger," I heard another voice. I've closed my eyes at another jab thrown at me.
"Of course, she is, bloody money sucker." Am I regretting? No. I can never regret. I just told the truth. If they can't believe in it, that's their loss. But that doesn't mean, I'll stand straight as they throw jabs at me. If they felt I would, no doubt I'm a stranger. Just a mere stranger.
Full update soon.
