The day after I brought her back in my previous life, the villa had a power outage and no water.
What did she say again?
"Monica, I'm a clean person, so I have to take a bath. I like to watch videos on my phone. If it runs out of battery, I can't play with my phone."
"It just repaired for two days. Mom, can you bear with it? If not, let's stay in a hotel."
Mom became irritable as soon as she heard this, "No! Besides, staying in a hotel costs money. Monica, I have suffered so much for you and endured your father's beatings for you."
"You used to be so sensible, why have you changed now?"
At that time, I also remembered the scene of my mother throwing herself in front of me on my 18th birthday to protect me from my father's beatings.
I started to unconditionally agree to her requests.
The maid at home had already taken leave and returned home half a month ago to take care of her daughter-in-law.
I had to contact the water company myself and buy a small generator to barely maintain electricity.
But she complained that the water didn't taste good and the noise from the generator kept her awake.
I had to switch to bottled water for daily washing and buy more than ten power banks to keep her charged.
I, who ventured into society too early, had slept under bridges and in parks.
I dare not spend a penny except for necessary expenses for work.
Thinking about this, it really was a sigh. She had endured humiliation for this villa.
"But Mom, the maid needs to take a shower. She's used to it."
"She feels uncomfortable if she doesn't take a shower for a day. And we need electricity for cooking."
I pretended not to care and sat on the sofa, looking at her with crossed arms.
Sure enough, my mother looked uncomfortable.
"But there's no water or electricity here..."
I quickly interrupted her and said, "So, we need to move to a hotel. Otherwise, you can stay here for a couple of days. I don't know when the backyard will be repaired."
My mother replied anxiously, "I'll go too, I'll go."
"It's my fault. I can let you stay in a hotel only."
Mom waved her hand anxiously and said, "It's not bad. I have never stayed in a hotel before."
"Mom. Let's stay here first and I'll call someone to clean up the room for you."
"Actually...um, um..."
Before she could finish her sentence, I took the initiative to carry the bag she brought upstairs.