Semua Bab Allergic to Filth, Including My Brother's Girlfriend: Bab 1 - Bab 9

Sofia Hayes' face went completely pale. She stormed up to me in her high heels. "Who are you calling a bitch? Say that again!"Her voice was shrill and grating, and her blood-red manicured finger practically jabbed my nose. "You ill-mannered brat! Owen might spoil you, but I won't!"Who was the ill-mannered one here?I took a deep breath, only to be overwhelmed by her suffocating perfume. I quickly covered my nose. "You… I'm going to throw up. Back the hell away—"Before I could finish speaking, my brother, Owen Carter, lunged forward and shoved me hard.My back slammed into the wall, sending a dull ache through my shoulder blades as spots danced across my vision.He yelled, "Emilia Carter, shut the hell up! Stop acting crazy!"Leaning against the wall, I watched him shield his girlfriend like a beast guarding its food.Sofia pouted, and her eyes instantly welled with tears that spilled down her cheeks. The turnabout was seamless.She tugged on Owen's sleeve, letting out a pit

The living room fell quiet.Inside the bedroom, I could faintly hear Sofia's sniffling and Owen's hushed comforting.The overturned coffee table lay on the floor, with glass shards scattering over trash.The rash on my arms had spread rapidly. It crept from my wrists to my forearms. The itch and pain made it feel like countless ants were digging beneath my skin.It itched so intensely that I almost ground my molars to dust.The lingering reek of cheap perfume mixed with the foul stench of trash made my skin flare up more with every breath.I couldn't handle this much longer.I crouched and set the trash bin upright first.My fingers paused when I picked up the title deed. A bit of fruit pulp stained the paper, so I wiped it clean with my sleeve.I stared at it. My name—Emilia Carter—was still there, clear and bold.Tucking the deed into my pocket, I went back to cleaning up.My hands began to shake. It wasn't out of anger. A deep, weak tremor was rising from inside my bones.

"Owen, what did you do to Emilia? Get her to the hospital now! If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive you!" Grandma's kind face turned rigid with unbearable authority.Owen stammered, "Okay… Okay…"…The doctor stepped out. His mask was pulled down to his chin, and sweat glistened across his forehead."Five minutes later, and it would've been a different story. The swelling in her throat caused by her allergic reaction nearly sealed off her airway by the time she arrived. How could you wait this long to bring her in?"In the hallway, no one answered him.Owen was hunched over on the bench, his face buried in his hands. He didn't dare utter a single word.Mom and Dad, who had rushed over, stood by the nurses' station without making a sound.Grandma stood right by the ER doors without sitting down once. Her back was pin-straight, and her full head of white hair shone starkly under the fluorescent lights.She turned around to look at Mom and Dad.Mom took a step forward

The ward door was pushed open.Mom walked in carrying a fruit basket while Dad followed behind, holding a box of milk.They stood by the bed, exchanging glances. Neither of them bothered to ask if I was feeling any better.Mom sat on the chair. Before her seat even got warm, she reached out to grab my hand.I pulled my hand back under the blanket.The smile on her face froze for half a second before she smoothed it over as if nothing had happened. She pulled her hand back and cleared her throat. "Em, I need to talk to you about something."She leaned forward. "Owen's getting married soon, and Sofia's family is insisting on a house. Buying one now is completely out of the question. Do your brother a favor and give up the house for now so they can move in and get married."Dad stood at the foot of the bed, hands resting on the bed rail. He chimed in like they'd rehearsed it a thousand times, "Your grandma won't listen to us. You're the only one who can say yes. You're Owen's siste

One year passed.My obsessive attention to detail that came from managing my allergies eventually became my greatest advantage.No document missed a detail in my hands, and no figure slipped past my eyes. Management handed the project team over to me, doubling my salary.My colleagues joked that I had OCD, and I just smiled without explaining. Habits forged under the threat of death worked better than any training course ever could.The old family home got new locks and a smart video doorbell.The solid wood couch in the living room stayed. It was still the set Grandma had chosen, polished with a fresh coat of wax.The attic was converted into an art studio, with a row of pothos plants lined along the windowsill. Whenever the sunlight poured in, the whole room would be filled with warmth.Grandma worked out in the yard every morning. Her health was even better than it was six months ago. She even bragged to everyone she met, "My granddaughter got promoted!"Kellen started comin