"No need." Seeing my cold attitude, Gabriela’s mother also became angry.
"Julius, there's a ton of stuff waiting for you at home. Why did you rush out so early without even saying goodbye?"
The Petersen Family's rules were strict and feudal.
As a son-in-law who married into the family, my only value was to produce heirs and serve as the Petersen Family's most convenient tool in the backyard.
On the first day after the wedding, Gabriela’s mother shoved a broom into my hands and made me sweep the entire house, claiming it was to make a good impression on my first day.
I had tolerated it for five years, trying my best to please her. But I never expected her to be so ungrateful.
I sneered, "Two live-in maids, two cooks, a gardener and a family doctor."
"Tell me, what else is there for me to do personally?"
She probably didn't expect my usual docile attitude to suddenly turn hostile.
She was speechless for a moment, her face turning bright red.
"Don't you need to take care of this whole family? Don't you need to check every nook and cranny of the house?”
“Besides, what if someone with bad intentions takes something? Do you even know what's going on?"