The Day I Was Killed by My Mother-in-law

Once home, David threw his bag on the sofa, rushed in front of me without changing his shoes, and stared at me angrily.

"What did you buy again? How come you've spent over ten thousand?"

I quietly watched television, casually turning my head to glance at him, "The only people in this house who know your bank card password are you and your mom, right?"

I didn't bother to see his reaction behind me.

I only heard him arguing with his mom in the kitchen.

The fiercer they fought, the happier I became.

"Diana Smith, didn't you say the family card linked to my social media was yours? Why am I spending my son's money?"

His mother rushed out of the kitchen with a spatula in hand, looking ready to lay blame.

I turned off the TV, pretending to be unaware, "You used your son's card to pay, so of course, you're spending your son's money."

She instantly became anxious. For a massage chair that cost over ten thousand, she could not let her son spend this money.

"Then you transfer this money to my son! I only bought it because you were the one who paid!"

She pounded her chest in frustration, looking like she was about to faint from anger.

I glanced at her and then at my husband, pretending to be helpless, "But I've already posted on social media, and everyone is praising David for being such a filial son. I can't just go now and rob him of the credit. Moreover, didn't you say you'd take Mom to travel the world once you earned money?"

I deliberately lowered my head, pretending to be confused, "Why are you so upset about buying a massage chair? You wouldn't be painting a grand picture for Mom, would you? If I'd known you couldn't bear to spend, I would have just bought it upfront."

The more I spoke, the more tightly David's brows furrowed.

I shook my head with a sigh, muttering, "Over next door, Anna and Linda's family bought one too, even a deluxe one worth twenty thousand! Mom has worked so hard that she doesn't even deserve a massage chair. What on earth is that about?"

My mother-in-law didn't hear the rest, but 'Anna and Linda have bought it' immediately caught her attention.

She flew into a rage, brandishing the spatula at David.

"Do you know how much I've saved for you at home? How can you even hesitate to buy me this little thing?"

Then she started to complain about how hard it had been to raise him all these years and how much suffering she had endured.

I stood by, fanning the flames.

He couldn't save face and had to take the silent blame.

But afterwards, he lowered the limit on his bank card.