I couldn’t help but wonder if Margaret was seriously out of her mind.

Just as I was thinking this, the man who had been quiet up until now spoke up. “Ah, this is all my Leo’s fault—he’s so mischievous and doesn’t listen. I’m really sorry, so sorry about this,” he said with a grin.

As soon as he finished speaking, Margaret started smiling and apologizing. “It’s not Leo’s fault at all! Like I said, it’s just a little bit of roughhousing, and besides, boys are naturally a bit rowdy. It’s really no big deal.”

I couldn’t stomach watching them put on their little act.

So, I turned to Ruby and got ready to leave.

I was planning on waiting until Caleb came back and then we’d deal with the whole mess together.

Just as I stood up, someone knocked on the door.

A group of unfamiliar people wandered into the living room, and I was left standing there, completely confused. What, is today some kind of impromptu gathering?

Before I could even voice my confusion, a person who looked like a real estate agent greeted Margaret and started going on about our house.

They started from the living room, then moved to the kitchen, and then the bedrooms. And at random intervals, they were snapping pictures with their phones.

I was even more lost now, no idea what was going on.

It wasn’t until one of them asked, “How much are you asking for this house, if you’re really serious about selling?” that I finally understood.

Oh, they were trying to sell the house.

Margaret completely ignored the frustrated look on my face and kept up the house tour. When they started discussing the price, I couldn’t hold back anymore and asked, “Who exactly is talking about selling this house?”

Margaret, completely unphased, shot back, “I’m the one who wants to buy it. What’s wrong with that?”

It wasn’t that it was wrong, but I couldn’t help asking, “Don’t you need to show the property title when selling a house?”

At that, the real estate agent’s expression shifted, and they glanced at Margaret.

What was he looking at Margaret for? The house wasn’t even under her name.

Once the agent realized the situation, he immediately called Caleb. After confirming that Caleb definitely wasn’t selling this house, he sighed deeply, gathered his team, and left.

Once the crowd was gone, Caleb joined our family meeting via phone.

The child who had been crying earlier was now asleep on the couch, and the man who looked to be in his thirties sat next to Margaret, introducing himself. “I’m Victor Langley.”

As he said this, he took Margaret’s hand in his once again.

I couldn’t help but feel like this scene was burning my retinas, so I sent Ruby to the study to watch TV.

Then, Margaret and the man—Victor—began to tell me and my husband, who was far away, the story of how they met.

Margaret said she was getting remarried, that they were truly in love, and asked for our support in their relationship.

Supporting their love was fine by me.

But supporting the sale of the house? That felt off.

Margaret was acting like she had completely lost her mind. “We’re getting married anyway, so after we’re married, we’ll need a place to live, right?”

That actually made sense. But I couldn’t fully wrap my head around it.

If they absolutely had to get married and had no place to stay, Margaret’s current house—one she’d only bought a few years ago and with three bedrooms—was more than enough space for the two of them.

We didn’t even come back often, so they could easily move in.

But Margaret refused. “Since we’re newlyweds, why would we want to live in an old house?”

At the mention of this, Caleb got frustrated. "When Evelyn and I got married and were buying a house, you were too afraid to spend money and kept pushing us to buy a second-hand house. You didn’t say a word back then."

When we were getting married, Margaret kept saying how popular and amazing second-hand houses were.

In other words, Margaret's double standards were completely exposed.

As I rolled my eyes, about to let them reach the heavens, the guy named Victor spoke up, saying that since they were married, he didn’t want Margaret to suffer, so he wanted to buy them a new house.

Wait a second. I was a bit confused by the situation.

He married Margaret, didn’t want her to suffer, but now he wanted Margaret to sell her house so they could buy a new one, and that would count as their marital property???

I repeated the sentence in disbelief and asked Caleb, "Caleb, my ears aren't malfunctioning, right?"

Looking at Caleb's expression, to be honest, if it weren't for the screen between us, I’m sure he would have cursed by now.

But I wasn’t looking through a screen.

I stood up and pointed directly at Victor, scolding, "Are you out of your mind?

If you really want to put on some romantic show, you should go earn money and buy your own house. What are you doing, taking someone else’s house for your performance? I've never seen someone so shameless—using others' resources and then setting up a monument to themselves. How much more shame do you have left?"

Victor clearly didn’t expect me to openly embarrass him in front of Margaret.

He was completely stunned at first, but after a moment, his face turned angry, and it looked like he was about to get physical with me.

But I wasn’t scared. If he laid a hand on me, I’d make sure to take advantage of it.

However, he still had a bit of self-control. Instead of actually starting a fight, he just picked up his son and left.

Margaret followed after him, and the two of them put on a melodramatic farewell scene right by the door, making my skin crawl.

But even after Victor left, the issue of the house still had to be addressed with my unreasonable mother-in-law.

Caleb just couldn’t understand how Margaret could agree to sell the house.

Margaret hesitated for a long time before finally admitting her true concern. "It's not about the house, it’s just whenever I’m inside, I feel like your dad is watching me."

Honestly, that made sense. Arthur had always treated Margaret incredibly well over the years. If he knew she was already seeing someone else just a short time after his passing, he’d probably be so angry, he’d rise from the grave.

And Caleb had always had the closest relationship with his dad.

Arthur had just passed away last year, and now Margaret was dealing with all of this—it already bothered Caleb, and hearing his father's name made him even more upset. He felt that Arthur deserved so much more.

Margaret, though, seemed to grow more animated. "He's dead. So, shouldn't I still live my own life?"

While we didn’t mind her having her own life, we still believed that marriage was a matter between two people.

And as for Victor...

Well, he was still a guy, right? So how come he wasn’t even considering the house situation?

Moreover, Caleb and I weren’t asking for anything unreasonable. We’d always said that if they were getting married, it was between Margaret and him.

If they still wanted a new house, we wouldn’t insist that only Victor pay for it.

Caleb and I had already discussed it: the money for the house would be split. Whatever Victor contributed, we would match, and the house would be in both their names.

This arrangement was completely fair and reasonable.

But Margaret wasn’t having it. "Victor is so young. Where would he get that much money to buy a house?"