I walked angrily towards Melinda. "Mom, how could you do that? How could you downgrade Mia's room? How can she rest well with several people crammed into one room?"
Jayden grabbed my arm and pointed at my nose, yelling.
"Joanna, stop pretending. You know exactly how rich Melinda has. You insisted on the presidential suite, which forced Mia into a worse room. I paid for your college education for nothing. The education went to waste. When did you become so heartless?"
His accusations left me baffled. I shook off his grip and shouted back, "What do you mean I forced her? I was the one who called ambulance when she was in labor. If I had known Mom would downgrade her room, I wouldn't have agreed!"
Jayden's tone suddenly softened, and he looked at me with a strange smile.
"You wouldn't have agreed? Then return the room now and get two equal ones! Go on, my dear sister, return it!"
I was speechless. Jayden knew me well—I always got what I wanted, and I hadn't enjoyed the presidential suite enough yet. There was no way I would give it up!