I stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and slammed it down on the coffee table, "Excuse the outburst. Give you an inch, and you take a mile, thinking you can strut around because you're tight with the big guy upstairs! Plus, it's my house, my rules. Meddlers can take an early grave for all I care."
The grannies' faces were an array of expressions, I pried open their mouths and had Mrs. Warner shove the aspirin down, watching them shuffle off with shaky steps. Nancy sighed deeply, suggesting I shouldn't have clashed with them.
They're elders after all, and it's not a good look for me.
Seeing her worry, I understood why Mr. Taylor insisted I handle this circus.
Nancy couldn't muster the backbone, and he couldn't intervene too much as her son.
Curious, I asked how she's endured it all these years,
"A moment of patience saves a thousand of sorrow. Besides, I'm younger; they'll pass on in a few years, and I'll be free."
That gave me a good laugh, not hopeless, just trapped by a lifetime of decorum.
"My mom and I hold a different view. Hold your tongue, risk your health. Step back, and risk even more. Let things slide, and you're asking for trouble. Stand your ground, and the sky's the limit. I'm not around for a century; I might as well enjoy life, no point fretting over false honors."
She stared at me as if I were an alien.
then silently nodded her head, her grip tightening and loosening on my hand.
Mr. Taylor came home that night and handed me a sapphire, commending my actions.
I clutched that gem, showering it with kisses—what a score.
It was crystal clear today; he cared solely about his mother's feelings, even wanted her to take a leaf out of my book.
As for the rest of the grannies, if they don't mess with me, I won't mess with them; if they do, I'll hit back twice as hard!
My partnership with Mr. Taylor has never been smoother; sometimes we even play the doting couple in public.
In the VIP lounge, I kept mum, listening in on the bigwigs for the latest investment tips, quietly raking it in.
"Jessie, you really got a handle on those old fogies—totally whipped! I'd kneel to learn your ways."
I flashed a knowing smile, "Keep it low-key, let's not make waves."
Now it was their turn to zip it, only Logan kept chuckling quietly.
On the ride back, I gave him the cold shoulder—no one likes being the butt of a joke!
Yet, that remark did spark a thought.