I didn't speak, only coldly glancing at the cups on the table used to serve Leon.
Those were a pair of coffee cups I bought at an Elite auction.
One for me and one for Gabriela.
Leon, his eyes red, picked up his briefcase. "Auntie, Mrs. Petersen, I'm sorry."
"I only wanted to clear up the misunderstanding with Mr. Davidson, but I'm a man of principle. Since I'm not welcome here at all, I don't think I'll ever come again."
He turned to leave.
"Wait." I called after him, throwing the cup and coaster he had used into the trash can. “I hate it when people touch my things without my permission. Since you touched these two items, you'll have to pay for them.”
“If you can’t afford it, have them pay for it.” I pointed to the mother and daughter sitting on the sofa.
Gabriela glanced at the things I had thrown away, a fleeting look of relief mixed with helplessness on her face.
“Fine, I’ll pay.”
Gabriela’s mother finally couldn’t hold back any longer, pointing her finger at me and starting to yell, “You, surnamed Davidson! This is our Petersen Family home. I’m using my own things to entertain guests, why should I pay?”
I ignored her outburst and slowly sat down on the sofa.