My mother-in-law launched the first strike, her voice shrill enough to shatter glass. "A woman who shows her face in public all day and neglects her family is a *disgrace*!"
My father-in-law kept his expression stony. "Go cook. Evelyn is hungry."
"Okay."
I nodded submissively, turned on my heel, and headed for the kitchen.
Lucas followed moments later. He stood beside me at the counter, hesitating for a second before lowering his voice. "I know this is unfair to you."
"I don't mind." The gentle, sacrificial smile came easily—I'd worn it for years. "Lucas, the kindness you showed me back then... I'll spend my whole life repaying it."
"You won't need to do much." His tone was dismissive, almost bored. "Evelyn is moving in. You just need to handle the daily chores and take care of us."
"No problem."
Soon, a table laden with intricate dishes was ready.
"Stand over there. We'll call you if we need anything." My mother-in-law pointed to the corner. Her tone brooked no argument.
I obeyed. Standing silently like a statue, ready to pour tea or refill water at a moment's notice. After the meal, they demanded tea and snacks. I served them with unwavering patience.