In My Desperate Time

As a courtesy, I should call her mother-in-law, but I don't want to say it.

And she doesn't want to hear it either.

"I didn't come here to see where you slept. I'm hungry. Fix me some lunch. In addition, since you're not going to go out to work, you should wash the clothes and clean up the house. The Louis' never feeds the freeloaders!"

Sabina says, almost rudely.

Actually, after a few meetings, I can already tell that Sabina isn't the woman she acts like in public. As a pianist, she is supposed to be an elegant and aloof woman. But in fact, she is no different from an typical evil mother-in-law.

Moreover, she is a woman of privilege and wealth. That makes her willful viciousness even more obvious.

"I still have a fever." I say weakly.

"It looks like you're not that weak. Get up quickly. Serve the food in half an hour. Or you just wait and see!"

Sabina says and goes down. I have no choice but to get up from the bed and stagger downstairs.

I'm not a pushover. I just don't think it will do me any favors by messing with her.

don't even know

to Sabina, and prepare to go upstairs to

slams

poison me?

it?" I asked

to what I cooked. Seasoning the dish is almost my instinct. It is impossible for me to

figure who needs to perform. You put on so much chili pepper, so how can I perform

Chili pepper? Perform?

singer. What's wrong with

do with performance, so there

things difficult

thought of

strength to argue with her. I chuck

I enter

it, I bring another bowl to

the kitchen, I almost can't hold