'This young man, a man young enough to be my own son... He's my daughter's boyfriend, but he won't marry her. He's spent so much of our family's money, and on top of that—'
He knocked on the bedroom door.
Mrs. Young asked tentatively, "Who is it?"
Mr. Young didn't say anything, just kept knocking on the door.
The person inside didn't open it.
He turned and knocked on Carol Young's door. Carol, still groggy, stood in the doorway. "Dad, what's wrong?"
"Carol, you go knock on the door."
She nodded.
She knocked on the door. "Mom, open up."
Mrs. Young asked tentatively, "Is your dad out there?"
Mr. Young shook his head at Carol, so she replied, "No."
"I was just worried your dad might get the wrong idea." As she spoke, the door clicked open, and Mr. Young shoved it wide.
A slap landed across Mrs. Young's face. His hand trembled uncontrollably. "I never, ever thought you could be so shameless! You gave the money from Xiaochang's death to a beast like him!"
