“Then it’s final. For today, you will stay here till I get the house cleaned. It will be in front of my parents’ house,” Liam said, standing up. Jacob and Maxie smiled in return. Anthony looked at Arora, and she nodded at her husband. “Look, Liam. This is not—” “Mother,” Liam interrupted. The word angered Dre, but she bit her lip. She was in no position to say anything. She was in debt—her family was in debt. Arora smiled at Liam’s gesture and then looked at her daughter. “Dre, you are not going to be in a fight with Liam. Am I clear, young lady?” she warned. Dre looked at her mother, slightly amused. She had never been addressed as “young lady” before—except in situations involving Liam. “Cut her some slack, will you?” Maxie said, getting up. “Come, dear, I’ll bake you some cookies.” “No,
