The line went silent for a long moment.

“Mom’s always had a difficult personality,” Andre muttered, his tone shifting.

“Then take her in,” I said.

“Give her your master bedroom, send her an allowance, and let her host twenty friends while your wife scrubs your floors on her knees.” “That’s — that’s different.” “No.

It’s exactly the same.” I hung up.

Chapter 28 — The Group Chat