I almost laughed. Me? Petty?
So what, was I supposed to smile and bow while someone trampled all over me? Only then would I be seen as understanding.
"Jenna, stop being generous at my expense."
"If you’re so thoughtful toward your male assistant and want to hold a grand third death anniversary for his mother, find another venue. Why drag it into my birthday just to make me sick?"
I hadn’t meant to disrespect anyone. But respect should go both ways.
If others stepped over my boundaries first, I had every right to defend myself. I refused to be shackled by their moral blackmail.
I shot back with a cold smile, "If you’re so desperate to hold Carson’s third death anniversary, why not use your place? Your living room sounds just about right."
Jenna’s face twisted, her expression turning sour.
Before she could speak, Carson slumped to the floor in despair.
His shoulders trembled violently, tears dripping onto the black-and-white portrait in his hands.
“Mom, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault for being so useless.”