Fred didn't care about that and walked over to sit beside Joyce.
The intense argument in the living room was suddenly replaced by an eerie silence with Fred's sudden arrival.
Joyce sat on the sofa, drinking coffee leisurely.
Other people were looking at each other, and remaining silent for about a minute before Joyce's aunt spoke up first.
"Do you think you're the owner of this house? You should do household chores now."
"Exactly. It seems that you don't know your place. What are you waiting for? Fetch some fruits for us."
"Why?" Joyce put down he cup and said unhappily. "Fred is my husband, the master of this house. You all are guests. Why do you think you can boss him around?"
Fred sat on the sofa calmly, seemingly unaffected by the sarcasm from Joyce's relatives.
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