"Make her move out."

　　When Lucas walked in, I was unusually serious.

　　I felt like my patience had reached its limit.

　　"Don't make a scene."

　　Lucas approached me, extending his arms as if to hug me.

　　I pushed him away forcefully, the rage that had been building inside me surging.

　　"I'm not making a scene. Make her move out. Even if I have to rent her a place, buy her a house, or hire a maid to take care of her, I don't ...