Mrs. Legare continued angrily, “Aitana distracts you from your work, and when you’re in a bad mood, you drink. I was already being generous by only scolding her a few times.”
“Joaquin, she’s no good. She’s nothing like Yehua. Stop going to see her. Hurry up and marry Yehua. She’s right for you—she cares about you, loves you, and takes care of you.”
“Aitana only relies on her family background. What does she have that Yehua doesn’t? Now that she’s climbed the social ladder, she doesn’t care about you anymore. She looks down on you.”
“Tell her to move out. I hate her every time I see her. The farther away, the better—so you’ll never see each other again in this lifetime.”
Joaquin’s face darkened as he listened to his mother’s tirade.
Even his father stared at her in shock.
“Honey,” Mr. Legare said, “you really went to see Aitana? Her home is here, while Joaquin is the outsider. What right do you have to tell her to move?”