With that, Wesley had no choice but to usher Skylar inside. However, his face clouded over when he saw her pulling a suitcase, and so did her Aunt Sharon’s.
"Uncle Wesley, Aunt Sharon, can I stay here for a few days? I’ll move out immediately once I get a job.”
Sharon pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. "What’s gotten into you, Skylar? You've always been a sensible child. Can’t you see our situation now?"
Meanwhile, Wesley held his tongue.
"I won't bother you for long. I only need three days."
"Your cousins barely have a room forthemselves now," Sharon said. "You don't wanna interrupt in
their studies now, do you?"
Before things got out of hand, Wesley had Sharon follow him inside the kitchen before closing the door.
Through the door came the muffled voice of a woman. "What are you doing? Haven't you heard? It’s easier to invite the devil in than to send him away. Do you seriously believe that she's gonna leave in three days? Besides, why do we have to take her in? It’s not like she doesn't have a father, or her mother is dead."
"Skylar is my niece, after all. My mom told me to look after her before she died. It's no big deal to take her in for a few days. If she doesn't want to leave by then, I'll kick her out," Wesley said.
"No, not even a day."
"Then what should I tell her?"
Skylar stood transfixed on the spot, then smiling dryly, she carried her suitcase and walked away.
Wesley had sworn to Meredith on her sickbed that he would look after Skylar like she was his own daughter and take her in to live with them.
Alas, that was easier said than done.
Within days of her death, Wesley's family of four had forcibly occupied the house.
Skylar could still remember how Sharon had presented the property ownership certificate before her a week after Meredith's death.
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