Without a word, he walked to the TV and yanked the cord out. The screen went black.
“Hey! What’s wrong with you?” Olivia snapped.
Ethan faced them, eyes burning. “Explain why my pregnant wife is cleaning your mess while I find out you fired the housekeeper.”
The room went still.
Mrs. Linda stood, trying to assert control. “Watch your tone. Yes, I let her go. Your wife needs to learn how to manage a home. In my day, pregnant women worked. And the girls needed that money.”
“Needed?” Ethan repeated, opening his banking app. “I pay for everything. And you treat her like this?”
With a few taps, he canceled all their cards.
Panic spread instantly.
“What are you doing?” Madison cried.
“Fixing my mistake,” he said coldly. “No more money. No more support.”
“You owe us! I’m your mother!” Mrs. Linda shouted.
“You’re right,” Ethan said calmly. “This is your house.”
His sisters relaxed for a moment.
“Tomorrow, Emily and I are leaving,” he continued. “The house is yours. But so are the expenses. Eighty thousand a month. You have two weeks.”
Fear took over completely.
“We can’t do that!” Olivia cried.
Mrs. Linda collapsed onto the couch. “You’ll leave us with nothing?”