Chapter 3

"What do you mean your house? If you marry Mark, this house should rightfully belong to my grandson Tom. Now you've transferred the house to your daughter, what kind of behavior is this?

Let me tell you, if you still want to enter our family, you'd better transfer the house back quickly." Linda's words made me feel utterly absurd.

Although Tom is Mark's son from his previous marriage, I'm not his birth mother. What does it have to do with them if I transfer my own house to my daughter?

I patiently said to Linda, "Linda, I can't reason with you. Since you're being so persistent, let's call Mark to deal with this matter."

Not wanting to waste any more words with her, I directly dialed Mark's number:

"Mark, your mother is making a scene at my place for no reason. Come over quickly and resolve this, so everyone can have some peace."

After receiving the call, Mark agreed to come over without hesitation. His voice was like a reassuring pill, instantly calming me down a bit.

In fact, for someone like me who is nearly forty, Linda's opinions and actions don't really matter at all.

If she supports my marriage to Mark, that would naturally be icing on the cake; if she doesn't support it, it won't affect me in any way.

After all, it's Mark and I who will be living our lives together. As long as he is reasonable and stands by my side, our relationship won't change.

In the year and more that I've been in a relationship with Mark, we've barely had any arguments, let alone any major conflicts.

Our life together has been plain and warm, making me feel incredibly comfortable. Three months ago, when Mark proposed to me, I was both surprised and worried.

On one hand, I longed to welcome new happiness; on the other hand, I was worried that my daughter might have a hard time accepting it.

Teenagers are always particularly sensitive inside, and I was afraid that my decision would hurt her.

However, while I was hesitating, my daughter took the initiative to tell me that she supported my remarriage and hoped I could find a happy home.

Hearing her say this, I felt both moved and heartbroken. Because when she was very young, I had divorced her father, so she had always been more sensible than children her age. This

made me feel like I owed her something.