I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 826-NURSING HOME?

Mr. Barta, who had been holding back for quite some time, could no longer suppress his anger. His face turned red, and his hands trembled as he slammed his fork onto the table with a loud clang.

“You have no shame, Helen!” Mr. Barta said in a cold tone. “At my old age, it’s only natural that I live comfortably like this. Katty provides me with these facilities not because I demanded them, but because I’ve taken good care of her since she was a child. I made sure she went to school and got the best education. I raised our children alone after you left, without even a shred of help from you.”

Mrs. Helen sobbed, but her cries sounded more like theatrics than genuine sadness. She looked at Katty with teary eyes, ignoring Mr. Barta’s words. “Katty, my sweetheart… you know how hard my life has been. My husband divorced me. Now, I’m old and have no one left. I can’t work like I used to. I came here just to ask for your help, my own daughter.”

Katty looked confused, sitting still with wide