Her words were like knives, fast and vicious.
I turned to Ryan. He was staring at the floor, refusing to meet my eyes.
"Ryan, say something."
I called his name.
"Didn't we plan this together? Save up, buy a place, bring my parents over? Didn't we open a special home-buying fund and deposit money into it every month? You agreed to all of this. You planned it with me."
His body stiffened. His head drooped even lower; his Adam's apple bobbed, but no sound came out.
After hearing this, Mrs. Lambert only grew more aggressive.
"What home-buying fund? That's just you two playing house! Can that be taken seriously? Besides—"
She shot me a sidelong look, the corner of her mouth twisting into an ugly sneer.
"Your dad and your mom—what kind of people are they? Country folks who farm, reeking of dirt. If they came to the city, could they even adjust?"
"Not to mention their habits, their limited worldview—how could that ever match ours? Why should they live with us? It'd be chaos every single day, the whole household turned upside down! The Lyons family can't afford that kind of embarrassment!"
Every word stabbed straight into my chest.