" That's for sure. Since Miss Laurent moved into this house, Mr. Lombardi smiles more often. He treats her like a queen. They go on vacation to various countries, just the three of them, Mr. Lombardi, Damien, and Miss Laurent. They are a real family."
Violette clenched her hand holding the flower watering can while the maids had left.
She came out of the greenhouse and bumped into Damien, who was running down the hallway. He almost knocked her over.
Violette caught his hand before Damien fell.
"Damien, I've told you many times not to run. You'll get hurt," she said gently.
Although Damien was Irene's son, Violette had raised him since he was a baby. She still loved him.
"Stop pretending to care about me! You're not my mother! I hate you!" Damien snapped and pushed her away.
"Damian," Violette looked at him gloomily. "Even though I'm not your biological mother, you shouldn't yell at me and be rude to me. I have raised and loved you all this time. "
Damien grinned arrogantly.