"What else could I be doing? Working, of course. If you're hungry, why didn't you order takeout?"
"You're getting bold now, aren't you? Is this household lacking your salary, or has your boss lost his mind and decided to make you the big shot?"
Apparently, in George's eyes, I'm only fit to be a low-level employee who barely scrapes by, not someone who can handle big responsibilities. He is not worthy of shouldering such an important responsibility.
He must have forgotten that I once had better options, that I could have earned more than him. But he kept brainwashing me, saying that women working hard outside is too tough, that it's his job to support the family.
So, I gave up the management position my father arranged for me at his company abroad.
I stayed in the country, found a random job, and declined promotions and raises, settling down as a low-level employee for three years.
Now, he has the nerve to mock me. What a shameless jerk!
I couldn't be bothered to argue with him, so I went straight to take a shower.
When I came out, George was eating takeout alone.
He didn't even ask if I had eaten. How selfish he is! How did I not see it before?