"Go on, Mom. I'll be here, so you can rest easy. I'll definitely take good care of the house," Rhonda said with a beaming smile. She couldn't wait for her mother-in-law to stay for a few more days. Then she would be the mistress of the house and wouldn't have to walk on eggshells around her anymore.
Mrs. Green saw right through her daughter-in-law's petty scheming and said pointedly, "I'd feel fine leaving the house to you, but I'm worried some sticky-fingered thief might drop by, and I won't be able to find my things when I get back."
"What thieves? It's perfectly safe nowadays. This isn't like the old days when it was chaos everywhere. Now, you could leave your door wide open and nothing would go missing…"
Rhonda suddenly trailed off, her expression shifting. It finally dawned on her. 'The old hag is talking about me!' Rhonda huffed in annoyance, turning her head to roll her eyes.
