He shot me a nasty look.
I ignored him and rushed to help Janet with the bags.
"Janet, don't worry about it. I've already found a place, and I'll be moving out this Sunday."
"What are you talking about, Yvonne?" Janet's voice was full of concern. "York works hard all day, so it's understandable if he's a bit irritable. If he said something hurtful, I'll apologize on his behalf."
She then grabbed York's sleeve.
"York, you know she's my only sister. She's young and doesn't know any better. Don't hold it against her. If you're angry, take it out on me. But it's not fair to let a girl move out on her own..."
"She doesn't know any better? I think she's grown quite defiant, completely disregarding me. And you, Janet, since when do you call the shots in this house? Did I agree to let your sister live here?"
York's rant was escalating, so Janet quickly pulled him into their room.
From behind the closed door, I could hear their heated argument, with words like "infertile," "disgrace," and "waste" being thrown around.
I took a deep breath and started packing my things.
I could never understand how things got this bad.