Before I could finish, Stella, the eldest daughter of the Robertson family, slapped me across the face.
“Shut up! Do you think you have a say in our family? My son is the only heir. What right do you, a worthless man, have to criticize him?”
I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain to pass, and forced myself to suppress the anger burning inside. I looked at the elder behind Henry.
“George, Margaret, Henry is already so big, yet he behaves so recklessly. As elders, you should teach him how to conduct himself properly.”
George Robertson, the head of the family, sat leisurely on the leather sofa, sipping his tea.
“How we educate Henry is our business. Ethan, you’re just a live-in son-in-law in our family. Because Sofia insisted on marrying a loser like you, our family has become the laughingstock of Savannah. You should know your place and stop meddling in our affairs.”
His wife, Margaret, picked up her tea and splashed the hot liquid onto my face.
“Ethan, who do you think you are to tell us what to do? The children of our family get whatever they want. If you know what’s good for you, make Luna crawl under his legs, or both of you can get out of this house!”