Still, Christian Trivett stood there, furious. “You’re nothing but a dumb maid who can cook. You’re not even worthy of one strand of Aunt Adele’s hair.”
I stared at his face, dazed. This was the boy I had given up my life to raise.
He took a small step back, glaring at me with contempt. “Don’t you dare come near me! You’ll never be my mom. Someone like you isn’t even good enough to be a servant! Dad and Aunt Adele are the real couple. You already killed my mom, now you’re trying to hurt Aunt Adele, too! When I’m older, I’ll kick you out myself!”
“You won’t have to. I’ll leave,” I said and lifted my hand, wanting to touch his face one last time. But before I could, the door opened.
Sebastian’s voice rang out. “What the hell is going on? Why is the house such a mess? What if Christian got hurt by all this broken glass? Is it because he’s not your biological son that you don’t care?”
Christian ran straight into his arms and whined, “Daddy, she yelled at me and tried to hit me!”
Sebastian’s face immediately turned cold. “Polly, who gave you the right? You think you’re the lady of this house?”