"But I've always been home late, even since I was young."
"You still have the cheek to be smug," Gary said sternly.
Monica pouted.
"Go put on your slippers. It's late fall. Aren't you cold?" Gary was speechless.
Monica hurriedly went to the entrance and changed into a pair of slippers.
"You don't even know how to take care of yourself."
"That's why I'm relying on you guys for the rest of my life." Monica smiled brightly.
Since her relationships have not been going so well, she felt that she would be alone for the rest of her life. Now, she had to please her parents so she would not be chased out of the house.
"You're talking nonsense again." Gary chided.
"Dad," she whined and sat beside her father.
What Gary could not stand most was her sudden act of obedience. She would lose her principles every time.
"I won't marry Michael, okay?"
"You said you—"
