Indifferently, I looked at them one by one.
I said indifferently, "Aren't you guys going too far?"
Seeing my face change, my mom quickly said, "Julia, don't be angry. Linda's parents are not strangers. It's okay for them to stay there."
Seeing no easing in my facial expression, Asher said awkwardly, "Julia, how about I talk to them in a few days and ask them to move out..."
Before he could finish his words, Linda's glance made him shut up.
My mom said again, "Um... Julia, there are many vacant rooms in the neighboring community. Shall I help you rent one first?"
"No." I decisively refused.
My dad squeezed a cigarette butt and fiercely crushed it into the ashtray, staring at me.
"Julia, what are you causing a scene?"
"I'm not causing any scene."
I met my dad's eyes as he looked at me sternly. Then I said, "I have two houses, but I have to go out and rent a room. Do you think it's reasonable?"
My father slapped the table and said, "Is it fair for you to fight for the houses as soon as you are released from prison?"
"It's not that I'm fighting for the houses. It's that you won't even give me a room."
My father stood up and scolded me as if I were a child, pointing his fingers almost at my head.