"Why should I leave? This is my home, I have the right to be here, and I need to mourn my father! Are you going to stop me from fulfilling my filial duty?"
"Where were you when dad was alive? And now you suddenly care about filial duties? Dad doesn't need a son like you."
"Sophia! I am dad's son! You forbid me from mourning? You're the one who's unfilial! If dad knew, he'd curse you from the grave! And it's only right for me as a son to care for my father until his end! How dare you interfere! You're just a daughter-in-law, can you replace me? I am the real son!"
I looked calmly at Lucas, "Dad doesn't just have one son; Lucas can also mourn him. I don't want to waste any more time with you and miss the auspicious time for dad's funeral. If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"
"Fine! Fine! You all—"
Nate gritted his teeth. Soft negotiations were futile, as I held the will and had the whole family's support.