Liam had a lease on an old, run-down apartment near his workplace, but he rarely stayed there. He'd rather stay with Monica at my place because he didn't like the conditions of his own apartment.
Midway through the moving process, Liam sent Monica back to my house.
Liam confronted me with a scowl, "What's the meaning of this? Who gave you the right to move our belongings?"
Monica also frowned, questioning, "Jean, I thought you said you were at the office?"
I met Liam's angry gaze and dismissed his outrage with a roll of my eyes. "Why shouldn't I move your stuff? It's my house."
Liam suddenly shouted, "Bullshit! Monica helped you with the mortgage. We have as much right to this house as you do. Are you trying to claim it all for yourself?"
I stared at Monica in disbelief, "You paid my mortgage?"
Monica hung her head, and her cheeks flushed. Then she managed to stammer out, "Jean, we're like family. It's no big deal..."
I let out a humorless laugh.
"Monica, when exactly did you pay my mortgage? I bought this house outright. You weren't conned into giving money, were you?"