[Your place is empty anyway, right? I’ll pay you fifty pounds a month! That’s six hundred a year! Not a small amount.]
[Besides, a house needs people living in it. If no one stays there, it’ll just get old and fall apart.]
I couldn’t believe a sane adult was typing these. After all, I lived in what could be considered a mid-to-high-end area in London. Although the environment wasn’t perfect, the apartments weren’t cheap either. Since it was close to my workplace, I bought a flat there.
Moreover, I was an only child and my parents often came to visit. For convenience, my dad bought the flat next door, so he could stay there whenever he came by. That was the 1209 Yvonne was talking about.
Once, I told my father to just stay at my place when he visited me. I told him that there was no need to buy another apartment. But my parents, who had been in love for decades, were still acting like a young couple. They enjoyed having their own space.
Despite my objection, my dad still ended up buying the flat next to me. It was the 1209 Yvonne was talking about. When I was about to reply in the group chat, a message from the flat manager popped up.