In all fairness, Christine had always treated me well. She even took my side whenever Rhys and I got into arguments.
So when Rhys got married and the old house couldn't fit everyone, I offered to let them move into the villa. It was sitting empty anyway.
Vivian was newly pregnant at the time. The moment she laid eyes on the three-story house, her whole face lit up.
The day they moved in, she grabbed my hands and said, "Lola, this is our home now. You come back anytime—I'll save the best room for you."
But now, every other word out of her mouth was my house.
Did she really not know this place was mine?
Did she not even know who'd paid for tonight's dinner?
I found Dad and asked him directly. "Dad, does Vivian not know this house belongs to me?"
He hesitated, mouth half-open, about to speak.
Christine suddenly took my hand. Her eyes glistened.
"Lola, this is my fault. I'm the one who told your father not to say anything."