"Who let you move in here?" Elena's face darkened when she saw Cyrus was also going to live in the villa.
Elena stood with her arms crossed over her chest, her brow furrowed in displeasure, her eyes filled with contempt. "This villa belongs to Josephine, not you. What makes a nobody like you think you have the right to live here?"
"Mom, Cyrus is my husband, and this is my house, so of course he has every right to live here," Josephine said firmly.
Josephine held her ground, meeting Elena's gaze without wavering. "Mom, I've told you time and time again, Cyrus is my husband. Where I am, he will be. Please stop picking on him."
Elena was taken aback by Josephine's stance, but she pressed on reluctantly, "Josephine, why can't you see that he's only going to drag you down and ruin your life
