He even held my hand and fooled me with a loving disguise. "Sherry, you don't have to worry about such a small matter. Leave everything to me."
It turned out that he had been planning for many days just to open a back door for Margaret.
I put my hands on the door handle and finally had enough courage to open the bedroom door.
As the light came in, the marks on the door from being kicked became more obvious.
The last time, a worker came to install the fingerprint lock, and I wanted to ask him to fix it together.
Unexpectedly, Matthew jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on and yelled at me, "Sherry, you are changing every lock in this house so that you can be the only one to open it, aren't you? You want to remind me that you bought this house, and I have nothing to do with this property, right?!"
As the room lit up, Margaret noticed that the photo hung on the wall had been changed.
She screamed and stood up from the bed, reaching out to the wedding photo of only Matthew and me. "Matthew and I are a family. Why do you, an outsider who came later, replace our photo?"