Then, I raised my hand in front of her.
With a slight tilt, the ring slipped off my finger and fell lightly to the ground.
"Is this Ayden's size?" I asked, staring at her without a change in my expression.
When she heard what I said, a flicker of unease crossed Valerie's face.
Then, as if trying to cover her tracks, she retorted, "Maybe the designer got the size I mentioned wrong. I'll have it redone."
Clicking my tongue, I replied casually, "No need."
It no longer mattered.
Seeing my indifferent attitude, her brows furrowed tightly.
"Minton, how much longer are you going to act like this?" she snapped.
"I was trying to have a civil discussion with you, but look at your pathetic attitude."
"Let me inform you now: because of his health, Ayden will be staying at our house."
Apparently, her rambling had only one purpose—to make Ayden's stay in our marital home.
I didn’t want to argue anymore. After a nod, I turned and went to my room.
Seeing my silence, she assumed I had given in.
She muttered under her breath as I walked away, "Good thing I was smart enough not to put your name on the property deed. Otherwise, who knows how messy this would get."