Jenna Roland tied on her apron and began preparing dinner.

Just as she placed the final dish on the table, Fiona Roland barged in, the stench of cigarettes from the mahjong parlor clinging to her.

Jason Roland and Heidi Roland arrived right on schedule, dressed in suits but unable to hide their crass nature.

"What's that amazing smell?" Jason sniffed the air, his eyes lighting up. "Cola Chicken Wings?"

Heidi shot Jenna a sidelong glance. "Well, isn't this a surprise? Last time I asked you to make this, you said you were too busy."

Before Jenna could respond, her phone vibrated.

It was Daisy Langley calling.

"Daisy?"

"About your lawyer search on social media—I have a friend who's a partner at a law firm."

Jenna hurried into the bedroom and shut the door.

In the living room, Fiona hissed under her breath, "Those wings are definitely for those two freeloaders. Go eat them now!"

"Mom always looks out for us." Jason grinned, dragging Heidi toward the kitchen.

By the time Jenna ended the call, Victor Roland and Milo Roland had just arrived home.

"Sis, I smell Cola Chicken Wings!" Milo's pale face flushed with excitement.

Jenna ruffled his hair. "Go wash up. I'll bring the food out."

The kitchen door was mysteriously closed.

When Jenna pushed it open, her blood ran cold—

Jason and Heidi were devouring the last of the wings, leaving only grease stains on the plate.

"What are you doing? Those were for Milo!" Jenna's voice trembled.

Jason wiped his greasy mouth. "What's the big deal? You've lived here for years rent-free. Can't even spare a few wings?"

Heidi sneered. "Know your place. You and your brother are just charity cases."

Jenna grabbed the plate and smashed it on the floor.

Porcelain shards flew everywhere.

Next came the frying pan, the rice cooker—every dish became a casualty of her rage.

"Are you insane?" Jason yelped.

"Not even leaving a bite for a sick person? Are you even human?" Jenna's eyes burned red.

"I told them to eat it! Got a problem? Take it up with me!" Fiona's shrill voice exploded from behind.

Jenna turned to see Victor's dark expression and Milo's frightened eyes.

Years of pent-up resentment burst forth.

Before the shouting even died down, Victor and Jason lunged at her.

Jenna dashed into the kitchen. The glint of a chef's knife flashed.

"Come on!" She pointed the blade at them. "Try laying a hand on me today!"

Fiona screamed. "How dare you! Ungrateful wretch!"

Victor retreated, cursing. "Go ahead, stab me! I'll call the cops!"

The blade sliced through air as Victor scrambled away.

"Sis!" Milo threw his arms around her. "Don't do something you'll regret!"

The knife clattered to the floor.

Jenna panted heavily. "Pack your things. We're leaving."

Fiona mocked, "Without us, you two won't even afford a bridge to sleep under!"

"Get out!" Jason spat venomously. "You're nothing but bad luck!"

When Milo emerged with their meager belongings, Jenna was already at the door.

As the front door slammed shut, Victor collapsed on the couch, mopping his brow. "That bitch has lost her mind!"

Outside, Jenna gripped her brother's ice-cold hand and stepped into the gathering dusk.