Chapter 4

My bed was covered with unfamiliar sheets and bedding, skincare products and hair ties were on my desk, and the closet held several women's clothes. It clearly looked like someone had been living here long-term.

I spun around, looking at Tiffany, who had followed me. "Don't you have your own room? Why are you living in my room without permission?"

Tiffany's eyes flickered, and she lowered her head, looking flustered. "Emily, I'm sorry, I..."

Before she could finish, Susan interjected to explain for her. "Tiffany's room had a broken AC before, and it couldn't be fixed after several attempts. It was cold back then, so I let her stay in your room."

"Anyway, you don't come back to stay, so it's just sitting empty."

My anger flared up instantly. "Even if I don't come back to stay, it's still Michael's and my room! How dare you let her live here without my permission?"

"How dare we?" Robert roared, his face ashen. "This house was bought by my son! We can let anyone we want live here. Not only can Tiffany stay, we can even kick you out!"

His words made me tremble with rage. Suddenly, they all felt like strangers.

I stopped arguing, turned, walked to the living room, and grabbed my suitcase.

"Fine, I'm leaving!"

Robert scoffed, his face full of disdain. "If you've got the guts, divorce my son quickly! And never come back!"

Susan opened her mouth, but in the end, she only sighed and said nothing more.

Tiffany stood by, speaking anxiously. "Emily, don't be angry, it's all my fault. I'll move out right away..."

I couldn't be bothered to listen to her. I pulled my suitcase and walked out the door without looking back.

Dragging my heavy luggage, I walked step by step, finally hailing a cab to a nearby hotel.

The next day at noon, Michael's cousin, Lisa Miller, called.

"Emily, there's a family gathering today. Aren't you back? Come over quickly."

"Got it, I'll be right there."

I hung up, quickly tidied myself up, and rushed to the banquet hall.

As soon as I arrived, I saw relatives gathered from a distance. Robert and Susan were there too.

But as I got closer, I stopped in my tracks—Tiffany had also come, standing next to Susan.

The large family sat around a round table. During the meal, Susan said:

"Since all the relatives are here today, Robert and I also have something to say."

Robert took over, looking at everyone. "We're going to persuade Michael to divorce you and marry Tiffany."

As soon as these words were out, the table instantly fell silent, and relatives exchanged bewildered glances.

Susan followed up, "Tiffany is truly thoughtful. She's by our side every day, taking care of us, more caring than a daughter."

After Susan spoke, the relatives instinctively looked at me. I said nothing.

Robert glanced at me, his tone immediately hardening. "Unlike Emily, who you can't see all year round. The moment she comes home, she talks about money."

"We asked her to resign and come back to take care of us, but she refused; we asked her to have children, but she wasn't willing."

"I've never seen such a selfish woman."

Lisa, seeing the situation, quickly tried to mediate. "Uncle Robert, Emily actually cares about you a lot. She's genuinely busy with work and under a lot of pressure. Please don't talk about her like that."

Susan immediately waved her hand, her face looking unpleasant. "All she cares about is making money! What's the point of having so much money if she can't be by our side? Tiffany is different; she even gives me a massage every night before I sleep!"

Robert grew more agitated, his voice rising slightly. "Since Emily isn't suitable to be our daughter-in-law, then we'll just get a new one!"

The entire table of relatives was completely stunned, looking from one person to another, no one daring to speak.

Some wanted to persuade them, but seeing Robert and Susan's resolute attitude, they ultimately swallowed their words.

The dinner ended in a strange atmosphere.