I replied coldly, “This is my house. I won’t give it to anyone.”
Frank shot up from his seat, face dark with displeasure. "Mom, do you have to make such a scene in front of relatives?"
As I looked at him, a wave of hurt and coldness surged in my chest.
He was the one who gathered all the relatives here. He was also the one who brought them to pressure me into transferring the property. And this time, he accused me of making a scene and embarrassing him in front of the relatives?
Suddenly, I realized the son I'd raised since childhood was nothing but an ingrate.
My uncle abruptly pulled me aside and whispered, “Let me lay it out plainly for you.”
“Frank has plenty of ways to take this house if he wants it. If you hand it over willingly today, he’ll continue treating you well. And if anything happens, we’ll all stand by you.”
“Think about what I said. You know what to do.”
As I looked around at the room full of relatives, my heart grew colder by the second.
Suddenly, I realized they weren't relatives at all; they were all wolves in sheep's clothing.
I took a deep breath and said, “Fine. I agree to transfer the house to Frank.”