Tiffany stayed in her room all day and didn't come out to eat.
She probably didn't have the face to show herself.
I was happy to have some peace and quiet.
In the evening, after finishing watching the series, I went to the kitchen to get medicine. Coincidentally, I bumped into Tiffany coming out from inside.
She was carrying a bowl of medicinal soup in her hands.
"I made this for Godmother since she's coughing," she said, raising her eyebrows smugly at me.
What was she trying to show off?
Was I unaware that my mother-in-law was coughing?
Or was she trying to curry favor with the medicine I bought?
But ultimately, my mother-in-law's cough was due to her actions.
Tiffany doesn't know how to take care of children and lacks patience, whenever the baby cried, she would seek my mother-in-law's help. Last night, she spent the whole night in the living room trying to soothe him and caught a chill.
But what puzzled me even more was Tiffany.
She seemed to have resolved any grudge with my mother-in-law.
I heard her inner thoughts. Sure enough, I heard her inner thoughts: "So what if you're mother-in-law and daughter-in-law? As long as I shed a few tears, mention my dead parents, and lie that her condition is due to years of domestic abuse, the old woman believes me right away. She's so easy to fool."
Tiffany entered the room with light, brisk steps.
I followed her.
"Godmother, are you feeling better? I took advantage of kid's nap to personally make you some rock sugar and pear soup. I hope it helps." Tiffany moved gently, showing genuine concern for my mama.
But her inner thoughts were: "Don't die so soon, I still don't know the password to your bank card."
"You've gone to a lot of trouble."
Mama took the bowl, unaware, and thanked Tiffany.
I leaned casually against the door frame and casually remarked, "Mom, there are more scammers lately. Be careful when you go out to buy groceries. Don't get cheated, especially concerning bank cards and various payment passwords. Make sure not to reveal them."
Tiffany turned around in surprise.
I gave her a mysterious smile and turned to open the door.
"Tiffany, come out here. Tell me honestly, have you gotten involved with someone you shouldn't have?"
Mark Allen, Tiffany's brother, entered with a blaze of anger, searching the house for Tiffany.
He scanned the room but didn't see anyone, then directed his gaze toward me.
Although I was confused, it didn't stop me from pointing him in the right direction.
As Mark headed toward the room, Tiffany and mam came out upon hearing the commotion.
"So what if she hit you?" "Brother, why are you here?" Tiffany didn't seem happy to see Mark, and there was even a hint of reproach in her tone.
Mark got straight to the point, showing a phone number. "Do you know this person?"
"I, I know him." Tiffany's pupils constricted.
I squinted and straightened my posture.
Tiffany was afraid.
"What's your relationship with him? Why are you coming here to look for him?"
Faced with Mark's aggressive questioning, Tiffany shed tears but didn't say a word.
My mother-in-law tried to comfort her: "Don't worry, sit down and tell us slowly."
Tiffany calmed down and said the person was her husband, repeating what she had told us before.
After all, they were siblings.
Anyone would be furious hearing that their sister was being abused, they would be so angry they'd want to hit someone.
Mark clenched his fists tightly, grinding his teeth. "Does he really think there's no one in our family? You call him. If he wants her, he needs to come here himself. I'll deal with him properly."
Tiffany shook her head silently, looking utterly heartbroken, as if she never wanted to see anyone again in her life.
But her inner thoughts were: "He can't come, if he comes, it will blow the cover." I perked up.
Blow the cover?
What was she hiding?
