Grace shot me a glare and snapped, "Brat, how can you say that? Jayden is just trying to help you. If you can't be grateful, at least stop with the backhanded comments.

I can't believe I wasted my efforts on you, you ingrate."

Logan was busy tearing into his crab, grease dripping from his chin, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

I slammed down my fork. "Is everything I do just expected?"

"Logan's getting married but has no money. I didn't even blink before agreeing to hand over 5 million dollars. Can't you show me a little kindness?" I played up the sympathy card.

Pushing further, I said, "All my efforts are just to win a bit of love from you. Is wanting to feel part of a family too much to ask?"

The table went silent. They weren't expecting my raw plea for affection. Even Brian seemed touched. "Well... You've never spoken up like this before."

I thought to myself, "Of course not, I just made it all up."

As Grace and Brian began to respond, I couldn't keep pretending. So, I secretly pinched my thigh to squeeze out some tears and, with trembling lips, I rushed out.

Ever since that day, it looked like Brian and Grace were finally starting to reflect on how they treated me. Now, they were even including me in house hunting for Logan.

"This place is pretty nice. It's big and bright. We could even stay here too," Grace said, clearly pleased as she looked around.

Grace completely ignored Flora's displeased look. I overheard Flora quietly ask Logan, "Didn't you say we wouldn't live with your parents after getting married?"

Logan didn't seem to care much, but noticing Flora's concern, he soothed, "Babe, my mom's just talking. She's not actually going to live with us."

I could tell Flora was nearly persuaded. That couldn't happen. I quickly interjected, "Oh, Mom, what are you talking about? Young couples today don't want to live with their in-laws." Then I turned to Flora and said, "Right, Flora?"

Flora's face fell again at my words.

Grace snapped at me, "Brat, always got to open your mouth, huh? I'll be there to help when she's pregnant and has kids. Flora, you'd welcome that, right?"

Flora, not too keen, replied, "Of course, Mrs. Watson. You're always welcome."

I caught the real estate agent Yvette's eye and gave her a look, signaling her to follow the plan we'd agreed on.