I had no intention of squeezing into this house with them, but if they wanted to be heartless, I wouldn’t hold back either.
If they wanted me gone, then let's do it thoroughly.
“Is your silence an answer? You want me to leave, right?”
My parents and Colton kept quiet. Marcela shot me a disdainful look. “Whoever heard of a sister-in-law in her thirties, unmarried, and living with her brother and his wife? It's one thing to stay occasionally, but now that you’re unemployed, you plan to stay indefinitely? Don’t you have any self-respect?”
I let out a dry laugh, my tone sharp.
“It's not for you to say. I’m talking to my parents and my brother.”
Marcela’s face twisted with anger, and Colton glowered at me, his tone equally sharp.
“Alina, I can tolerate you, but Marcela has no obligation to. Show her some respect when you speak.”
I looked at him and smiled, "I have no problem with her. It's because you don't say anything.
“Colton, I bought those three houses, one for you to live with your wife after you got married, another for Marcela's brother. You, the main beneficiary, act so righteous here.