As soon as Jenny heard that I was back, she came out of the bedroom immediately, kissing and hugging me.
Jenny, who was very serious when she was young, had become more intimate with me as she grew older.
"Joyce, why did you come back so late? Are you hungry? Why didn't you tell us you were coming back? I didn't make any food for you."
I supported Jenny and asked them to sit down. Then I told them everything about what had just happened, wanting to hear their opinions.
"Nonsense! Joyce, that's impossible. Although your aunt is a little willful, she would never do such a thing. There must be a misunderstanding. I'll call her back and we can talk about this face-to-face."
"Impossible? Sam, I'm telling you. Don't protect your sister this time. If Jasmine dares to do anything bad to Joyce, I won't let her off!"
Jenny pushed up her glasses and clenched her hands into fists, her chest heaving with anger.
"Sam, don't tell me to be tolerant anymore. Jasmine stole my money and said bad things about me behind my back, but you always asked me to be tolerant. I've had enough of it!