My mother‑in‑law threw her apron onto the floor, rolled up her sleeves, and looked ready to march over and give her useless eldest son a piece of her mind.
I quickly stepped in to stop her. At her age, the last thing she needed was to strain her back or hurt herself over someone like him.
Seeing that she couldn't physically throw him out, she pointed a shaking finger at Keith and shouted, "You dare stand there and blame others? Look at what you've done first!"
She took a deep breath, her chest heaving with fury.
"Amara is a wonderful girl," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "The only mistake she ever made was marrying a shameless, worthless excuse for a man like you!"
Turning to me, her expression softened, and her eyes brimmed with tears.
"And now she's willi
