Reborn to Raise a Spoiled Monster - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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"I thought you'd dropped dead somewhere," Phillip snapped, his voice dripping with irritation.
I didn't bother arguing. I had bigger things to focus on—like prepping for my new job starting tomorrow.
When I stayed silent, he exploded. "Blanca, look at this place! It's a disaster. I bust my ass to provide for this family, and you can't even keep the house in order. What's the point of you?"
His words were sharp, meant to cut me down. "Greta's been glued to her phone since she got home. Her eyes are gonna be ruined. And her homework? Not a single word. How's she supposed to get into a good middle school like this?"
He flung a blank worksheet at me, his face twisted in frustration.
Watching him huff and puff, I couldn't help but laugh.
Phillip's expression darkened. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, so you do know staring at screens hurts her eyes and skipping homework tanks her grades?" I shot back, my voice laced with sarcasm.
He stiffened, caught off guard by my directness. Awkwardly rubbing his nose, he muttered, "Don't twist my words. You're her mother. Don't you feel guilty letting her fall behind? She's everything to you. You've had your little tantrum—now step up and do your job."
With that, he flopped onto the couch and mindlessly scrolled through his phone, as if his little speech had settled everything.
I pulled out the contract I'd signed earlier. "I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. Shouldn't we both set a good example for our daughter? And if you're so concerned, why don't you step in and manage her education?"
In my past life, Phillip had always played the hero while I took the blame for every tough decision with Greta.
He scoffed. "I'm exhausted from working all day. Can't you handle the house and raise her properly?"
I slapped my job offer in front of him. "Sorry, but I've got a job now." And—not that it mattered—my salary was higher than his.
Phillip's jaw dropped. He read the offer three times before it finally sank in. Still, he wasn't ready to back down. "Why do you even need to work? Don't I make enough?"
The audacity. He gave me a measly $2,000 a month—for everything: groceries, bills, even his parents' medical expenses. The fact that I wasn't losing money each month was a miracle.
I tilted my head. "Would you stay home if I gave you $2,000 a month?"
Phillip's lip curled. "Are you serious? A man can't just quit his job to be a househusband. People would laugh me out of the room. Besides, if you're working, who's gonna help Greta with school? She's about to start middle school—this is critical. You really want to sabotage her future?"
He knew exactly which buttons to push. Greta had always been my weak spot—but not anymore. I was done sacrificing myself.
I pushed open Greta's door. "Greta, you don't need my help to ace your exams, right?"
She didn't even glance up from her game. "I'm top of my class on my own. Whether you help or not doesn't matter. My teachers say I'm a genius. I'll get into the best school, no problem."
Her smug little smirk almost made me laugh. The sheer arrogance—where the hell did she get that from?
I didn't bother arguing. I had bigger things to focus on—like prepping for my new job starting tomorrow.
When I stayed silent, he exploded. "Blanca, look at this place! It's a disaster. I bust my ass to provide for this family, and you can't even keep the house in order. What's the point of you?"
His words were sharp, meant to cut me down. "Greta's been glued to her phone since she got home. Her eyes are gonna be ruined. And her homework? Not a single word. How's she supposed to get into a good middle school like this?"
He flung a blank worksheet at me, his face twisted in frustration.
Watching him huff and puff, I couldn't help but laugh.
Phillip's expression darkened. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, so you do know staring at screens hurts her eyes and skipping homework tanks her grades?" I shot back, my voice laced with sarcasm.
He stiffened, caught off guard by my directness. Awkwardly rubbing his nose, he muttered, "Don't twist my words. You're her mother. Don't you feel guilty letting her fall behind? She's everything to you. You've had your little tantrum—now step up and do your job."
With that, he flopped onto the couch and mindlessly scrolled through his phone, as if his little speech had settled everything.
I pulled out the contract I'd signed earlier. "I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. Shouldn't we both set a good example for our daughter? And if you're so concerned, why don't you step in and manage her education?"
In my past life, Phillip had always played the hero while I took the blame for every tough decision with Greta.
He scoffed. "I'm exhausted from working all day. Can't you handle the house and raise her properly?"
I slapped my job offer in front of him. "Sorry, but I've got a job now." And—not that it mattered—my salary was higher than his.
Phillip's jaw dropped. He read the offer three times before it finally sank in. Still, he wasn't ready to back down. "Why do you even need to work? Don't I make enough?"
The audacity. He gave me a measly $2,000 a month—for everything: groceries, bills, even his parents' medical expenses. The fact that I wasn't losing money each month was a miracle.
I tilted my head. "Would you stay home if I gave you $2,000 a month?"
Phillip's lip curled. "Are you serious? A man can't just quit his job to be a househusband. People would laugh me out of the room. Besides, if you're working, who's gonna help Greta with school? She's about to start middle school—this is critical. You really want to sabotage her future?"
He knew exactly which buttons to push. Greta had always been my weak spot—but not anymore. I was done sacrificing myself.
I pushed open Greta's door. "Greta, you don't need my help to ace your exams, right?"
She didn't even glance up from her game. "I'm top of my class on my own. Whether you help or not doesn't matter. My teachers say I'm a genius. I'll get into the best school, no problem."
Her smug little smirk almost made me laugh. The sheer arrogance—where the hell did she get that from?
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