---- Chapter 2 Adrian came over when he heard me shouting. He stared at me dumbly for a while before sighing. "I know that you're in a bad mood, but why are you losing your temper on Oliver?" At night, we slept with our backs turned to each other as our minds were occupied with different things. Finally, Adrian said, "Could it be a misdiagnosis? I'll get someone to go with you for a re-examination tomorrow." "No need," I said. "Don't sulk..." "Shut up." "Fine. Whatever." Adrian got exasperated and pulled the blanket over his head. I was not expecting to be able to sleep soundly. ---- When I opened my eyes, it was already 10 a.m. I walked out of the bedroom and found the house to bea warzone. Adrian's and Irene's clothes and toys were all over the place, while leftover food was still on the table. Usually, I would clean it all up with a grumble. But this time, I poured myself a glass of milk and drew the curtains back to bask in the sun. It had been a long time since I had such a relaxing time. I lived my life like I was on the battlefield. I rushed to work, then ran back home. I dealt with all sorts of accidents and took care of them while feeling like I was at my wits' end. The door knob turned, and Patricia Howard, my mother-in-law, walked in and interrupted my thoughts. Since she was not expecting me to be at home, she was stunned. Our gazes met, and she looked troubled. ---- She should never have been here, and certainly not with the keys of this house. When Irene was still a child, I asked Patricia to take care of her. Worried that Patricia would feel annoyed by it, I paid her 5,000 dollars a month. I also frequently bought her gifts. But she was still unhappy about it and often slacked off. She even thought that giving Irene milk was a waste of money. One day, I heard her tell our neighbors that it was normal for children to spend money on their parents and in-laws. I had no right to ask her to take care of Irene! Iwas no doormat and was not about to let her walk all over me, so I hired ananny. Patricia and I had a huge argument about it, while Adrian found himself miserable being sandwiched between us. So, he asked his mother to go back home. When Patricia left, she did not return our house keys, which led to her always dropping by unannounced ---- during the weekend. One time, she barged into our room and bothered us while we were still sleeping. Adrian got mad and demanded she hand over the keys. Her coming in this time meant that Patricia had either made a duplicate or had never returned the keys to Adrian. She was playing underhanded tricks with me. Patricia took a look at her keys. Since she had nowhere to hide them, she could only tell me how she got them. "Adrian gave me the keys. He asked me to come over to clean up the place." I understood what had happened. Adrian had to have told her that I was sick. The moment Patricia heard that, she was trying to move back in like she owned the place. Isneered and did not move. I wanted to see her give her performance. Based on my understanding of her, Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!