“Mom, I’ve already arranged a dinner from the hotel. It’ll be delivered later, so you don’t have to stress yourself out. Please rest. Don’t worry about all this.”
Monty’s relatives eagerly jumped in, all compliments and flattery for Sylvie’s thoughtfulness.
No one even looked in my direction anymore, and Monty just nudged me into the bedroom to rest.
I turned back to my mother-in-law to explain that I wasn’t feeling well—that I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.
The Griffiths never liked me to begin with. They couldn’t be bothered to waste time talking about me.
They just surrounded the gifts Sylvie brought, throwing around praises for how lucky my mother-in-law was for having such a “dutiful” daughter-in-law.
Laughter and cheerful voices drifted in through the cracks of the door, pressing down on me until I couldn’t breathe.
Just when I was about to step out for some air, Sylvie suddenly showed up in front of me.
She looked at my pale face and smiled smugly.
“Hey, old classmate. Long time no see.
“What? It’s been five years and you don’t recognize me?
“Actually, I should thank you. If you hadn’t brought me to your home, I never would’ve found my enemy.”