Chapter 157 Slapped
Tow preoccupied thinking about what to pack, I was unable to give my mom a proper answer,
Seeing me dash around in a honey, Mom walked in and trailed behind me. “You don’t know? Who are you going with? And why didn’t you give me a heads–up?”
was in such a rush, arms loaded with stuff I had to take, that I spun around and crashed right into her Bam! I was already nursing an injury, and that bump just sent me back to the ground.
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The pain we so sharp that I almost cited Mom, spotting my panic, grabbed the stuff from me and nowned “What’s potten into you? You were storming out without a word, and look at this chaoe You’re not acting is a proper young lady”
1x xitting there, my baclesde aching painfully, the pain shooting up my back. Mom, who wox still holding my things, headed over to my suitcase, muttering all the while.
Out of nowhere, I felt a wave of anger and hunt rise up I pushed myself to my feet, swallowed the sam, and with a stone cold face, packed my things into the suitcase I yanked it behind me
She did not catch on to my mood Noticing 1 had left behind a bunch of stuff, she went on,” That’s all the clothes you are taking? What if you run out and it’s cold? If you get sick coming back, I won’t have time to fuss over you
“I don’t nest fussing over.” I stopped dead, my voice frosty.
Mom blinked, her expression freezing over. She asked, puzzled, “Yvette, what’s that supposed to mexan
I was not in the mood for a fight. It had been years since I really butted heads with her, not sace my teenage rebellion days. Although I was ticked off, I did not want to start a row.
I took a deep, silent breath and said, “You’ve got your stuff to do, so go do it. I can handle muselt”
She sensed my irritation and pressed, her brows knitting together, “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing!”
I then grabbed my suitcase and made for the door.
Downstairs, Idris’s car was already waiting, idling just outside the front door. My mom caught sight of him, and her forehead creased with worry. She pulled me aside and said, “Yvette, you’re not seriously considering moving back into the Youngs Old Manor, are you? You’ve already declared you two are divorced, right? Why are you getting all tangled up with him agam? Wette, I don’t want to meddle in your love life, but you’re a woman, and you cannot just throw away your principles and go back to him like that.”
1 bit my lip, feeling a wave of annoyance, “I’m not heading back to the Youngs. I just need to get away for a few days, that’s all.”
Mom seemed skeptical, her eyebrows knitting together. “With him, for a few days?”
I just nodded.
Chapter 357 Slapped
Her lips tightened. “I don’t buy it, and I’m not okay with it.”
I scowled. “Mom, what’s the big deal?”
She shot back, “You suddenly decide to take off for a few days, and with him, no less. Yvette, did you stop to think what people would say? He’s suspected of murder, with cops and reporters on his tail. Getting close to him could drag our family’s name through the mud. You’ve just managed to get Scott Corporation back on track. If anything happens…”
I clamped my mouth shut, my face going stone–cold as I stared at her. “Mom, who has been filling your head with this stuff?”
She seemed thrown off by my question, her frown deepening. “What do you mean, ‘who‘? I’m the only one talking here, and it’s the truth. I’m just looking out for you.”
“Was it Alice?” I cut in, my voice icy, especially when I caught the brief flicker of guilt in Mom’s eyes. My irritation with the whole situation spiked even higher.
My mom had never been the type to look down on others or chase after the latest gossip. She kept her circle small, and I knew Maxwell was not the type to spread mean–spirited talk. I trusted him. That left Alice, and yeah, I could admit I was not her biggest fan.
Seeing me ticked off, Mom tried to smooth things over. “Alice meant well…”
“Mom!” I cut her off, pushing down the anger bubbling inside. “Who’s your daughter here, her or me? If you’re so fond of Alice, then fine, she can be your daughter. I’ll just move out. That should make you happy, right? Having a sweet, sensible daughter by your side.”
The slap came out of nowhere.
My cheek stung, numb from the shock. I stared at her, my eyes wide with disbelief.
Her eyes were brimming with a mix of fury and pain. “Yvette, have you lost your mind? You just waltz in, pack up, and storm off? I’m your mother. Is it so wrong for me to worry about you? You’re throwing a fit at me for no reason. Have I done something to you? Do those harsh words of yours mean you don’t see me as your mother anymore?”
