“There’s a little left. If it’s not enough for the two of you, make more yourselves.”
I was someone who had been well taken care of by my parents growing up. Even after a few years of navigating the corporate world, I’d never encountered in-laws as bizarre as this.
At that moment, a little boy burst out of one of the bedrooms, holding a toy in his hand.
“Vroom vroom—Ultraman’s here to fight monsters! Take this!”
He hurled the toy straight at me.
Fortunately, I had quick reflexes and dodged it in time.
“Nicolas!”
I put on my best pale, delicate, and heartbroken expression. “What’s the meaning of this? Maybe I should just leave.”
“Don’t! Just sit down,” Nicolas said anxiously, his expression tense as he shot his mother a pointed look. “Mom, can you come here for a second?”
