I questioned, "She left at nine in the morning, played until five in the afternoon, then had time to complain about me to Auntie Two and still had time to cry?"

"Don't try to divert the issue with me! In short, you deliberately made my mom suffer! Otherwise, she wouldn't act like that!"

"Act like what?"

"She..."

"She's pretending to be innocent."

The husband on the phone angrily exclaimed, "How dare you speak like that! That's my mom!"

I calmly stated, "Yes, she's your mom, you're her son, you're a family. I'm just a tool for the Chen family to bear children. Giving birth and taking care of me during confinement is just to save face for me, not what you should do as a husband or a child's grandmother."

"Are you pushing it too far? Have we not fed you or given you anything to drink? Didn't I take care of the child when it was born? Didn't I cook for you while you were lying in bed? Many men don't do any housework at all, I'm good enough!"

I nodded, "You did take care of me and cooked for me, but aren't these things you should have done in the first place? Are you extraordinary for doing them? Does building a family and having a child mean the man only needs to spend a few minutes and leave the rest to the woman? Also, don't bring out any trash to make yourself look better, those kinds of people, in my eyes, aren't even men."

After saying that, I hung up the phone.

My mother-in-law rushed out of the room, her face red with anger.

"You're just like a shrew! My son earns money to support the family, he's the head of the household, where do you get the nerve to shout at him!"

I picked my teeth.

"Although I'm on maternity leave, the company is still paying me. If being the breadwinner makes someone the head of the household, then this household is under my authority now."

My mother-in-law frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about!

"Your parents are no longer here, besides relying on our family and my son, what else can you do? How dare you say you're in charge of this household?"

My expression darkened, I remained silent and looked at my mother-in-law.

She scolded me with her hands on her hips, "Isn't it true? It's only because my son is kind-hearted that he's been tolerating you!"

I gave a cold laugh.

Full.

I wiped my mouth, stood up, walked past my mother-in-law, and returned to the room.

Calmly, I took my documents, breast pump, and a few clothes.

Then, carrying a small bag, I left the house under my mother-in-law's bewildered gaze.