[Well, I understand. But how about this? If your parents come over, we’ll move out, all right?]
[If they want to stay, they can. I’m fine with that.]
[I’ll even deduct the rent for the days they visit. Fair deal, right?]
I almost laughed out loud at her shameless offer. But before I could reply, other flat owners started speaking up.
[What’s wrong with you? She already said she’s not renting. Why are you still bothering her?]
[Even if her house is empty, that’s her business. The law doesn’t say she has to rent it to you.]
[Why are you making trouble in the group chat in the middle of the night? Trying to bully a girl?]
It might be because of those messages, Yvonne finally went quiet. The group chat stayed silent the rest of the night. However, I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door the next morning.
When I opened it, a middle-aged man I’d never seen before was standing there. He was holding a handful of dried noodles and smiling widely.
“Good morning, Miss Rylance. I’m Marcus Eden, Yvonne Eden’s husband. The one from the group chat last night.”
“She was a bit rude yesterday, but I’ve already talked with her.”