I turned to them and intoned coldly, "Oh, I almost forgot—this house was bought with my money. You all should be the ones leaving!"
Dragging my suitcase back to the living room, I commanded them to leave in a firm tone.
Now, it wasn’t just my mother-in-law and Patrick who went crazy; even my father-in-law lost his temper.
"Andrea, you’ve always been reasonable. Why are you being so reckless today?"
I sneered. "I used to be reasonable because I saw you as people. If you refuse to leave, I’ll show you what true recklessness looks like."
If they said I was unreasonable, then so be it. It didn’t harm me in the slightest. But if I let this resentment fester inside, that was what truly nauseating.
I knew they wouldn’t leave on their own accord. After all, they had nowhere else to go. But that wasn’t my problem.
About an hour later, I gave them my final ultimatum. "I gave you the chance to leave willingly, and you didn’t take it."
As soon as I finished speaking, there was a knock at the door.
Visibly startled, Eliza clutched her so-called grandson tightly.
I went to open the door and found two property management staff standing there.