Matthew worked in my father's company, so he didn't have the guts to risk letting my father hear about this.

He tried his best to deny it and coaxed me at the same time, "Sherry, I did that because I care about you so much. Please forgive me."

Brandon also left it to me to decide.

I was fed up with the life of shock in my own house and mustered up the courage to say, "Margaret, just return the key."

But she covered her pocket with one hand and said, "Oh, I just lost my key."

It was apparently nonsense since she just opened the door.

Seeing that we couldn't force her to return the key, she stretched her hands proudly and said, "If you don't believe me, just search my body. Come on!"

Brandon gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

Matthew didn't dare to stop him, so he could only warn me in a low voice, "Sherry, do you have to humiliate us like this? My mother took the key because she was afraid that you would lose something and couldn't get into the house. She says that she lost the key. Are you suggesting she is lying?"

It was hard to say. There was the sound of keys clinking in her pockets, after all.

I was also reluctant to start riot and figured out another solution. "Since she lost the key, I think we'd better change a fingerprint lock on the door. I wanted to upgrade the security of our house a long time ago, anyway."

Brandon secretly gave me a thumbs up and proudly put his arm around Matthew's shoulders. "There will be no keys to lose if you have the fingerprint lock, so there is no need to record your mother's fingerprints, right?"

While Matthew went on a business trip for a few days, I restored our house to what it used to be.

I took away the picture of the three of us on the bedside table, wiped the wedding photo and hung it up, and put our intimate photos on the TV cabinet.

When I was just about to replace all the toiletries, my husband's bath towel was missing.

I wondered if there was a thief in my house.

Hiding in the bedroom, I locked the door and tried to call 911 with trembling hands. In my peripheral vision, I saw a huge bulge in the blanket, as if someone was hiding inside, so I quickly turned the handle to try to rush out of the bedroom.

"It's so noisy!"

Margaret suddenly threw off the blanket and sat up, glaring at me angrily. "It's so early in the morning, can't you let me sleep?"