I pretended to be righteous and questioned him loudly, "Do you think the postpartum center belongs to you? You think you can change rooms just like that? If you're so capable, why don't you book a room for your wife yourself? Mom made the booking, and now you're not satisfied. Everyone else can stay there, so why can't Mia? Is she more special than others?"
Seeing us about to come to blows, Melinda hurriedly stepped between us, afraid we'd start fighting.
"If you want to blame someone, blame me. It's my fault. I don't have enough money to meet all your needs. Stop arguing, please. You're both my children."
Melinda lowered her head in guilt. I, with tears in my eyes, hugged her and shouted at Jayden, "What more do you want from Mom? Thousand dollars for a postpartum center, and you want to break her heart?"
At that moment, I felt like the worst kind of person, defending Melinda's actions and placing all the blame on Jayden.
But I really didn't want to give up this room. It would drive me crazy. Melinda had been so good to me, I had to protect her. After all, I was the daughter who always stood by her.