"My attitude towards you is already considered good. I've been in this family for nearly six years. Do you not know how I’ve treated you and this household?" I clapped back.
Eliza trembled with anger, unable to utter a word for a long time, and then turned to her son for backup.
But before she could speak, I cut her off. "Patrick, I once thought your greatest virtue was your filial piety. I believed that a man who respects his parents couldn’t be all bad. But now, I have to admit—I was blind."
Patrick stared at me in disbelief, and sputtered, "Andrea, what’s gotten into you? What nonsense are you spouting? I just brought a child home!"
If he hadn’t mentioned the child, I might not have been so enraged. But as soon as he did, my fury exploded.
"Patrick, you’re not worthy of even talking about children. You’re nothing but scum!"
That remark finally pushed him over the edge. He grabbed me and shoved me toward the door.
"Andrea, you crazy woman! Why did I even marry you?" he roared.
"Well, our feelings are mutual, Patrick. Don’t forget to finalize the divorce tomorrow."
As I was about to walk out, a thought hit me: why should I leave?
I turned to them and intoned coldly, "Oh, I almost forgot—this house was bought with my money. You all should be the ones leaving!"
Dragging my suitcase back to the living room, I commanded them to leave in a firm tone.
Now, it wasn’t just my mother-in-law and Patrick who went crazy; even my father-in-law lost his temper.
"Andrea, you’ve always been reasonable. Why are you being so reckless today?"
I sneered. "I used to be reasonable because I saw you as people. If you refuse to leave, I’ll show you what true recklessness looks like."
If they said I was unreasonable, then so be it. It didn’t harm me in the slightest. But if I let this resentment fester inside, that was what truly nauseating.
I knew they wouldn’t leave on their own accord. After all, they had nowhere else to go. But that wasn’t my problem.
About an hour later, I gave them my final ultimatum. "I gave you the chance to leave willingly, and you didn’t take it."
As soon as I finished speaking, there was a knock at the door.
Visibly startled, Eliza clutched her so-called grandson tightly.
I went to open the door and found two property management staff standing there.
That was right—I had called the property management. If they wouldn’t leave on their own, then I would force them out.