The next day, she bossed me around and went to dance with the old man.
Well, when she wasn't around, I destroyed all her valuable clothes and smashed her dining utensils into pieces.
When Lane came back, she said she wanted to invite the old man to have a meal at home. But when she saw the messy living room and the clothes that had been destroyed into fragments, she became furious and almost fainted.
I took a photo when the man helped her into the bedroom and sent it to Maxwell.
"Why don't we hire a maid? Lane's been taking care of me and doesn't have time for a date. Her dance partner wants to see her so badly that he's here. See?"
Maxwell came back quite early that night.
As soon as he entered the door, he had a quarrel with Lane.
Maxwell's father passed away early, and they had a deep bond.
Although he was very obedient to Lane, it seemed that he couldn't accept her finding him a new father.
"Drop it!" he shouted.
"I've been a widow all my life!" she shouted, too.
"That's what decent women do!"
I leaned against the head of the bed and heard them very clearly.
I raised my hand and drank up the milk.
That's what decent women do?