I sneered, "Home? This has never been my home!"
"Sandra Charter, stop putting on an act! I'm pregnant with your Charter family's grandson, so your parents are willing to marry you to my brother even without any gifts, not to mention we gave you 100,000 dollars!"
"Don't be so hypothetical. That sum of money is for you and Will to raise your kid, isn't it? Does it ever have anything to do with me?"
"Now that you say the money has nothing to do with you, then get out of my place!"
Amy raged, holding her abdomen and trembling with anger.
My parents and Will hurriedly strode forward to support her.
Will was afraid that I would fight with Amy, so he quickly handed me a key and said, "Your stuff is in the basement. There is a bed there. You can stay there if you want..."
I went down to the basement and saw all my stuff piled up in a mess in a corner.
The clothes were moldy, and the books were drenched with water.
The bed Will mentioned was made of iron bars welded together without even a coat of paint and had already rusted in the damp basement.
It couldn't be a place for anyone to live at all!