Matthew didn't dare to stop him, so he could only warn me in a low voice, "Sherry, do you have to humiliate us like this? My mother took the key because she was afraid that you would lose something and couldn't get into the house. She says that she lost the key. Are you suggesting she is lying?"
It was hard to say. There was the sound of keys clinking in her pockets, after all.
I was also reluctant to start riot and figured out another solution. "Since she lost the key, I think we'd better change a fingerprint lock on the door. I wanted to upgrade the security of our house a long time ago, anyway."
Brandon secretly gave me a thumbs up and proudly put his arm around Matthew's shoulders. "There will be no keys to lose if you have the fingerprint lock, so there is no need to record your mother's fingerprints, right?"
While Matthew went on a business trip for a few days, I restored our house to what it used to be.
I took away the picture of the three of us on the bedside table, wiped the wedding photo and hung it up, and put our intimate photos on the TV cabinet.
When I was just about to replace all the toiletries, my husband's bath towel was missing.