My son stopped me, frowning. “Mom, can you stop making a fuss? Ivy is only being diligent and good at managing the household. What's wrong with that?”
“Can’t you be a little more understanding? Don’t blow this out of proportion.”
Ivy covered her face and sobbed. "I know, you just want to set rules for me. You used whatever excuses to teach me a lesson, so you can be the boss of this house.”
“I shouldn't be too kind-hearted by taking you in to take care of you in your old age.”
“Fine, you're the elder. From now on, whatever you say goes, okay?”
My son sighed repeatedly and shifted weight uneasily. “Mom, look at what you've done. You were the one who turned on the AC in the first place. Now you're using this as an excuse to say you won't sell the house.”
“This family was doing fine, but now you're making up all this conflict.”
“Anyway, I think you should apologize to Ivy.”
I stared straight at him. “Are you sure you think I should apologize to her?”
Seeing my stern expression, Frank lost his courage.