He bent down again to collect the scattered bowls in the sink, stacking them neatly by size before covering them with a lid.
Louis Snyder watched coldly, his hanging hands clenched into fists.
"If you truly despise us, you can choose to move out of the Yarn family home," Roy Yarn straightened up, the corners of his mouth already tinged with purple bruises, but his spine remained erect.
Like a good student who would take any beating without hitting back.
Louis Snyder hated this side of Roy Yarn the most, "There's no need for you to play the good guy here; I know all too well what the Yarn family is like."
Roy Yarn didn't argue but simply continued, "If you decide to leave, remember to tell Grandpa and Grandma. As for Mom, I will explain it to her."
Oliver Quach, who had been the son-in-law who married into the family, had simply been allowed to call the Yarn family elders Grandpa and Grandma after Roy was born.
To avoid any gossip from outsiders.
