Thinking of Rachel's taste, I couldn't help but sigh.
When I returned to my residence in the evening, Yosef's mother Camila called me. Before I could say anything, she started scolding me.
I took my phone away, gave a few greetings, pretended that there was no signal, and then hung up.
I could answer the phone if she talked nicely, but it was impolite for her to scold me.
Besides, the house they lived in was still mine.
Without hesitation, I immediately called the security guard of the villa and asked them to clear them out.
Within ten minutes, I received a call from Yosef.
He questioned me on the phone why I treated his parents like that, saying that they were too old to withstand it and that I was being unfilial. I was so angry that I almost laughed.
The house was mine, so of course I had the final say on everything. Yosef must had forgotten that the house was registered to me a year ago. The reason why his parents still lived in was because we were a family back then.
But we are not a family anymore.