Christina Armstrong felt utterly hopeless.
She had never imagined things would turn out this way.
She had thought her mother had changed, become a good mother.
But now what?
Reality had slapped her hard across the face.
Her parents had conspired to sell her.
To an old man nearing seventy.
What was this supposed to mean?
To her parents, what did she even amount to?
Laughable!
Sabrina Sabir stood just outside the door and snorted coldly, "You should count it your good fortune that Mr. Zach fancies you. Stop your wailing and embarassing yourself!"
Christina took a deep breath, "Mom, I just have one question for you, did you sell me? George didn't develop any software at all, did he? The money for buying his car came from selling me, didn't it?"
Some thoughts are too terrifying upon close inspection.
It's no wonder.
No wonder everyone in my aunt's family thought something was fishy.
Only she was this foolish!
