The Vicious Relatives Reap What They Sow When the Typhoon Hits

The day before the typhoon hit, my parents and my brother’s family came to see my new home.

That day, my dad insisted that the master bedroom should be occupied by a man to stabilize the household, forcing me to move out and let my brother and his wife move in.

I was relegated to the second bedroom, and my mom argued that my nephew was the only grandson of the Barton family, so I had to make way for him...