American drama of life

Chapter 60 Sister Dialogue
"Only three long guns."

Seeing Christie looking at her expectantly, Emma said coldly.

"Long gun."

Christie subconsciously said in disappointment: "It's not very valuable, and it's not my usual business product, but it's okay, I'll give it a try..."

Speaking of this, under the gaze of everyone, she realized that her little sister was mocking and threatening her, and she couldn't help but said embarrassingly: "Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

The scene fell silent again.

"Don't worry about the funeral, we will help."

The eldest sister, Phoebe, is warm-hearted.

"Will you?"

Kristi looked at Phoebe happily.

Luke didn't answer, but just looked at Emma: "Emma, ​​whatever you want, we will support you."

The cost of a full funeral is not small.

For such scumbag parents, he was naturally unwilling.

But for Emma's sake, he would not refuse the simplest one.

"Crimson."

Emma was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"This is good, save money and trouble."

Christie nodded again and again, and then stepped back: "Then I'll trouble you, give me a message when the time comes, Violet is still at home waiting for me to go back, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry.

"Ok."

Only Phoebe waved to her enthusiastically.

The intern Grey saw that the excitement had already finished, and then she realized that her work should have ended long ago, so she also left quietly.

"Oops!"

After a while, Phoebe yelled, "Kristy forgot to leave us her phone number!"

As he said that, he rushed out to chase after him.

"Ma'am!"

Luke grabbed her, who was in a hurry, and reminded helplessly: "Do you think she forgot? She obviously doesn't want to participate, and she doesn't want to waste money, time and energy."

"No!"

Phoebe was stunned, and shook her head in disbelief: "She drank too much, she must have forgotten, she is not as bad as you said."

"maybe."

Luke was noncommittal, and comforted: "We will meet each other if we are destined. You see, we couldn't contact her before, but she suddenly appeared in front of us. Isn't it an example?"

"Right."

Phoebe cheered up suddenly.

She has always been more interested in magical things, and always feels that she can sense auras and things that ordinary people can't detect. She naturally believes in things like fate.

The two stood with Emma for a while before leaving.

"Go to my place."

Phoebe drove Luke and Luke in her grandmother's taxi, and suggested, "I'll take Emma to sleep."

"Emma?"

Luke looked at Emma inquiringly.

Emma just grabbed his hand and didn't let go.

"You sleep with the eldest sister, and I will accompany you outside."

Luke consoled.

"Don't go outside, shall we go together?"

Phoebe said with a smile: "Squeeze, it's ok, it's not like I never hugged and slept together when I was young!"

Luke gave her a blank look.

Can it be compared to before?

Phoebe knew this too, and she just used it to tease Luke, and to dilute Emma's discomfort and anxiety by the way.

While talking, the taxi drove out of Shengen Hospital, and then Phoebe slammed on the brakes.

"Big sister?"

Luke leaned forward, almost missed the front seat, and looked at Phoebe complaining.

"Look, it's Kristi!"

Phoebe ignored Luke's dissatisfaction, but pointed at a figure in the flower bed by the roadside and shouted.

Luke and Emma looked along, and saw a person shrinking there trembling, crying silently, whoever it was if it wasn't Christie who had just left.

"What a fate."

Phoebe was happy.

Emma silently looked at her sister who was crying silently in the distance, pushed the door to get out of the car, and walked over: "Didn't you go back to take care of Violet? What are you pretending to do here?"

Luke grabbed Phoebe who wanted to get out of the car to join in the fun again, and motioned for the two sisters to talk alone.

"I'm going back."

When Christie saw her, she quickly turned her head to wipe away the tears covering her face, and said with a forced smile, "It's just that I haven't fully sobered up yet, and I forgot where my home is."

"Do you need me to sober you up again?"

Emma raised her hand.

"no need."

Christie immediately put her hand in front of her face.

"Look at yourself, don't you think you are ridiculous?"

Emma put down her hand, shook her head and said, "You used to complain about having such a mother, but now you are completely another her."

"I'm not her!"

cried Christie.

"Violet has the most say on this question, you can go back and ask her."

Emma didn't bother with this topic, and continued: "The premise is that you will use the time you cry here to go back."

"You are too cold-blooded."

Christie couldn't help but said: "She is so kind to you, and you are not sad at all? But if she gave me one ten-thousandth of the kindness to you, I must have cried to death by now."

"She treats me well?"

Emma sneered.

"Isn't it?"

Christie said indignantly: "She treats you a hundred times better than me!"

"Only you will think that's good."

Emma sneered and said: "As long as I am as old as you and can be independent as an adult, I will get rid of her long ago, do my career, and have my life.

Only incompetent people will pin their lives and hopes on others, and then blame others for giving up on themselves because of the disappointment that will inevitably bring. "

"You said it lightly."

Christie sat there, looking at the little girl in front of her who looked taller than before, and said unconvinced: "Who wouldn't say that!"

"Do you know?"

Emma said contemptuously: "You only complain, is she choking your neck and making you drink, drink, drug and gamble? Neither!
Your own willpower is too weak, but you put all the responsibility on others, because this is the easiest way, and it also makes you the most able to speak and complain! "

"..."

Christie was speechless.

"Now that she's dead, you have nothing to complain about in the future."

Emma said calmly: "You are only 22 years old, as long as you are really not as incompetent as you say, and you who have gotten rid of her, you can completely restart your life.

Quit drinking, gambling, and calves, start your own career, and be a good mother for Violet that is not Bonnie.

If you still can't do it, you can only blame yourself, not anyone else. "

"Quit drinking, gambling, quitting..."

Christie put on a mask of pain when she heard it.

"your phone number."

Emma ignored her and asked a question. After she answered and said another sentence, she turned and left: "I will call you when the burial is over, and you bring Violet here."

"come on!"

After waiting for Emma to get in the car, Phoebe clenched her fists to encourage Christie, and drove away under Emma's urging.

"Don't expect too much."

Luke also heard what Emma said, and couldn't help reminding: "Alcoholism, gambling, and drug addiction are all problems that can plague a person's life, let alone all three."

"I know."

Emma said calmly: "I've said everything I need to say. I will never give anyone any hope again, so I won't be disappointed."

Luke: "..."

　Ps: Thank you for the reward of eating your rice bar!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)