Hattie's voice soon sounded from outside the door, and it was obvious that she had arrived at the master bedroom.
"Good, you didn’t move out. It must be very comfortable staying here."
Munchkin could not help feeling curious and walked out.
When he saw them in the master bedroom, he looked up at me in confusion. "Mommy, why are they in your and Daddy's room?"
Hattie seemed to have heard Munchkin's question. She came over and explained, " That’s because my daughter moved in, so, of course, your parents have to move into the guest room."
Hearing this, Munchkin's small face immediately twisted up into a ball as he shook his head, "It’s wrong for you to do this. This is our home, not yours. How can you take over the host’s room?"
Nicky’s expression changed when she heard him say 'take over the host’s room.' She obviously also thought the same.
Munchkin’s remarks also caught Hattie's attention as she looked down at Munchkin. "I didn't expect you to be quite so knowledgeable. In this case, you should also know that kindness should be reciprocated. My daughter got hurt because she saved you guys. How can you allow her to stay in a guest room? The master bedroom is the most suitable for her."
"We're very grateful to Aunt Nicky and know how to repay her kindness, but it shouldn't be done this way because this is our home. The name written on the property certificate is my Daddy's, not yours. You have no right to move in."
Compared to my soft-heartedness, Munchkin was ruthless.
I praised him in my heart, but at the same time, I was worried that Hattie would hold a grudge against Munchkin because of this.
"Little brat, my daughter moved in with your parents' consent, okay? What's this talk about rights? How did you educate this child? How is he talking to people like this?! " Hattie looked at me with a displeased expression.
She was angry because she felt offended. I smiled lightly and pulled Munchkin over." Take no offense from a child's babble. Don't worry, I'll take him back to the room."
I pulled Munchkin back to the room, and he opened his innocent eyes. "Mommy, was I
wrong?"
Looking at him, I shook my head. "No, you were right. What you said was right, but not everyone can listen to reason, do you understand?"
"But this is our home. How could you and Daddy agree to move out of the room?
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