The Buren family's living room was nearly empty now, with the furniture hauled away, leaving an echo in the air.
Only by moving it all out did they realize how much I'd contributed to keeping the place furnished, at least seventy percent, all from my pocket.
Mila lingered at the door, watching the scene unfold with a smirk.
Irene sat rigidly in a chair, her fingers clamped so tightly around the armrests that her knuckles had gone white. Her eyes were fixed intensely on the empty doorway.
Sean stood beside her, brows furrowed.
"They're gone," Sean murmured as if speaking to himself.
"Humph." Irene scoffed. "That b***h's finally out of our sight."
She'd never let go of the incident with Victor or the money we'd had to borrow.
"Mom."
"What? Feel sorry for her just because I insulted
