I saw a small bruise on the right side of her knee, and I thought it was probably because she rushed back too quickly and bumped into something. But when she saw me looking at her, she instinctively pulled her skirt.
"Where did you go?" My brother didn't pay attention so much, and he rushed up and grabbed her, questioning her with anger and a hint of crying in his tone.
She shook off my brother's hand, gave him a cold look, walked straight to the bed, took off her high heels, and fell asleep without paying any attention to any of us.
My brother wanted to go up and pull her in anger again, but my parents stopped him.
It was good for her to be back. So, I tactfully retreated with my parents.
Even if he was my brother, he still had his own life. As family members, we could only offer help and love when he needed it, and we couldn’t get involved too much.
I didn't see my sister-in-law again until dinner time. She changed into a more sexy dress and hurriedly took a few bites of dinner before leaving in high heels.
"Yvonne said she wanted to expand her network; it might help her sell a few more villas." My brother explained to us in a hurry.
I could see the worry in my parents' eyes. Since the current social, political, and economic environment was not good, I could understand it. Yvonne had to work hard to support her mother's brother, who was different from my brother, who would work in a company until he retired.
With Yvonne's appearance, she felt it was a pity to marry my brother. Still, fortunately, my brother was very obedient to her.
In the next few days, we rarely saw Yvonne, who was almost always out during the day and returned at night.
Yvonne was not home, so my parents and I relaxed more without her nagging. But my mom was still concerned about her when she had to work hard, according to my mom's words.
On the last morning, when my boyfriend Victor White finally finished his work, I stood on the deck and had a video call to share the sunrise on the cruise.
I kept telling him about the things I saw and interesting stories along the way, but he always glanced behind me for some reason.
I followed his gaze and saw my sister-in-law pulling a stranger's sleeve. They were arguing, and the man started pushing her during the argument.