Hearing my response, Jayden was furious. "A bit smaller? Three or four people crammed into one room, with only one maternity nurse looking after them. You call that a bit smaller? Why don't you go stay in the smaller one?"
I am increasingly unable to understand.
"What are you talking about? That room is not that small. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see it! Melinda is my mother, so of course she gave me the presidential suite. Mom already booked a place for Mia at the postpartum center, what more do you want?"
Saying this, I pulled my Jayden to go downstairs to see Mia's room. I couldn't believe it. Mom paid for it, so how did it turn into mistreatment?
As I pulled my brother towards the door, about to open it, Melinda, who had been silent, finally spoke.
"There's no need to go. I was the one who changed Mia's room. It has nothing to do with Joanna. Jayden, stop making a scene. Joanna needs to rest!"
Melinda admitted it. She secretly switched Mia's room. No wonder I felt someone watching when I arrived—it must have been Mia.