Sarah had been about to threaten me, but I said the word first. She froze, then gave a cold laugh.
“Trying to play games with me? Careful, or you’ll get burned.”
With that, she stormed out. I stood frozen, punching the wall in frustration.
No matter how unwilling I was, Michael still moved into my home.
He and Sarah took turns looking after Ethan, while I, the baby’s father, was left on the sidelines.
When Michael saw me standing awkwardly, he mocked me, telling me to just go back to work.
I was about to retort when Mrs. Johnson showed up. Hearing our exchange, she rolled her eyes at me.
“David, I hate to say this, but if you don’t go back to work, how do you expect my daughter and grandson to eat? Michael’s not even holding a grudge and is willing to help you, but you just sit around doing nothing. Aren’t you ashamed?”
After scolding me, she turned to Michael, her face lighting up with a smile.
“Michael, thank you for everything. You must let my daughter treat you to dinner sometime.”
The two of them carried on chatting warmly as if I didn’t exist. Just then Sarah came downstairs.
“Mom, perfect timing. Michael and I were about to take Ethan for a walk. Want to come with us?”