Chapter 3

The next day was Sunday.

Due to a holiday adjustment, we only had one day off this weekend.

I was too excited last night, using a flashlight under the covers, reading [Haikyuu!!] late into the night.

As usual, Mom and Dad left early for work. By the time I woke up naturally, Grandma was already busy in the kitchen.

"Nora, you're awake, come eat an apple, I've washed it for you."

Grandma's wrinkled face showed the kindest smile in the world.

I rushed to the sink to wash my hands, took the apple Grandma handed me, and took a bite.

"Grandma, this apple is so crunchy!"

Nora from the other bedroom also came out.

Because she insisted on not eating the lunch leftovers Grandma had taken out of the fridge last night, her stomach was already growling.

She walked over to the table with a cold face and casually picked up an apple.

Grandma smiled and said:

"Nora, eat this one, it's tastier."

I saw Grandma holding an apple she had just washed.

The apple was big and red, with glistening water droplets on the surface.

It must be something Grandma bought fresh from the market this morning.

[This old hag is trying to trick the heroine again?]

[A rotten apple will give you cancer!]

[Heroine, don't eat it, nothing good can come from the old lady's hands!]

Seeing these unsightly words, I slowed down my apple-eating speed.

Nora's eyes darted around, and she knocked the apple Grandma handed her to the ground.

"I don't want it from you!"

Grandma was stunned, staring blankly at the rolling apple on the floor, her cloudy eyes losing focus.

Now I was sure that Nora could see these strange words too.

Not only could she see them, but she cared a lot.

Seeing Grandma's shocked and saddened expression, my heart skipped a beat. I quickly picked up the apple, chuckling:

"Sis doesn't want it, so this apple is mine too!"

Grandma's eyes finally regained some clarity.

She looked at me with a loving smile.

Nora gave us a disdainful glance, then went to the sink to wash the apple she was holding and took a bite.

From the sound of it, I knew it wasn't crunchy.

It definitely wasn't as good as the apple Grandma gave me.

[Damn, is there anything edible in this house? The heroine's apple is all wrinkled!]

[My dear girl, what did you do to deserve being stuck here, sobbing...]

[Rotten apple, let her heartless sister eat herself to death!]

I saw Nora's face full of resentment, her lips drooping down in grievance.