Hearing this, Liam quickly turned and grabbed Monica's arm. "Didn't you say you contributed to this house? We could use it as our wedding house? What's really going on?"
Monica's face grew even redder as she looked at me with reproach. "Jean! Didn't you say I could live in this house as I pleased? Why are you bringing this up now?"
I scoffed, "It's my house, I can let anyone I choose live in it. It's none of your business."
Monica was confused by my sudden change in attitude. After all, in my past foolishness, I did promise to give her this house when they got married.
Liam, catching Monica's anxious look, realized she had lied again. After a moment's thought, he decided to play the scoundrel to the end.
"I don't care, Jean Spencer, you've been friends with Monica for years, didn't you say she's like family? If you don't give us this house, I won't marry her!
"Think about it! She's carrying my child!"
I was completely taken aback and looked at Liam, who I thought was an idiot. "Whether she marries or not is not my concern, I'm not her mother!"
Monica looked at me in disbelief, "Jean! I've always considered you like a sister! How can you say such a thing?"