Saying it out loud, didn't she find it ridiculous? What I had, they had. What I didn't have, they had.
I didn't want to drag this out. I just wanted my money back—my savings and my grandparents' legacy.
"How about this." I cut to the chase. "You tell Alex and Maya's families to scrape the money together. Give Grandpa and Grandma's money, and my twenty thousand, back to me. As for whatever you poured into that apartment, you can ask for it back whenever you want. That has nothing to do with me anymore."
My mother had called hoping I would apologize to my father and accept a compromise. Seeing that I wouldn't yield, she sighed, her voice heavy with disappointment.
"Gabriel... if those two families could scrape together that kind of money, would they have needed to borrow a marital home from us in the first place?"
"Gabriel, there is something fundamentally wrong with your mindset. You're becoming increasingly selfish."
I met her accusation head-on. "Mom, did you even investigate their current living situation? Compared to them, we're the ones who qualify as a 'poor household.'"