Chapter 86

Tycelyn's POV

It's been a boring two months since the day I left the hospital. I came back to Father's house and ever since then, I haven't been allowed to come out. Grandpa also changed my number so no one would be able to contact me.

"Is it because you aren't in your husband's home that you are dressing homeless?" Brayon opened the fridge and brought out a bottle of milk.

I looked at myself and I wasn't that bad, I was in big sweatpants, and a big T-shirt, and my hair was packed in a messy bun.

"What?" I dragged the bottle of milk from his hand, "Ain't I okay?" I drank directly from the bottle.

"I can't stand your existence," Brayon slammed the fridge door, "Weren't you taught not to drink directly from the bottle?!"

What's his problem? I dropped the bottle inside the sink and went to join them at the dining table.

"Don't you plan on going to your husband's home?" Ziora asked, I wonder what she was doing here. Ever since I came here, she was always here and it was annoying.

"Why? Sh