Chapter 4
Oliver dropped his mug, and caught up in just a few strides, pressing his hand down on the back of her wheelchair. “Patricia, do you really never expected anything good to come from this? What’s with the attitude then?”
“Let go!” Patricia slapped his hand away, her eyes blazing. “So you can do whatever you want and I’m just supposed to keep quiet? Your mom barges into my house and treats me like dirt–why aren’t you talking about that?–
“She only ever cares about her precious son. But she sure didn’t teach you how to be a decent person, did she? If it weren’t for me, you’d be dead already!”
“Oh, so now you’re my savior? Did I ever ask you to save me? Did I beg for your help?” Oliver’s temper snapped. He hated it when Patricia threw that old favor in his face.
They’d fought about this so many times over the past two years.
Honestly, people who don’t care about each other shouldn’t be able to argue like this. But between them…
Oliver’s shout hung in the air.
Patricia’s grip on the wheelchair tightened, the veins on her hand standing out as she tried to keep her anger in check.
The dining room, which had just been filled with raised voices, went eerily silent.)
The tension pressed in from every direction, making it hard to breathe.
Yeah. No one had asked her.
She ruined her own legs. She’d brought this on herself. She deserved it.
For a long moment, neither of them said a word.
Then Patricia let out a cold, bitter laugh. What was she doing, arguing about the past with a man who’d already cheated on her?
“Let’s get a divorce.”
“What did you just say?“}
“Divorce.” She said it clearly, each word razor–sharp, eyes locked on him as if daring him to pretend he hadn’t heard. “Oliver, you cheated.”
Patricia pulled up her phone and shoved a photo in his face.
Oliver’s eyes went wide when he saw the pictures.}
And, just like every cheating jerk, he started making excuses. “I’m a man, Patricia. I have needs. You can’t expect me to just sit around at home like you, pretending I don’t want anything.”
Patricia squeezed her eyes shut, furious.
“Pete! Bring Jackson in and show him the door.”
A minute later, Jackson walked in, positioning himself between Oliver and Patricia, his face like thunder. “Mr. Newton, this way please.”
“Patricia, you’re the one kicking me out. Don’t come crying to me later.“)]
“Get out!” She grabbed the nearest mug and hurled it at him.”
It smashed against his forehead, and blood started streaming down his face.§
As soon as he left, Marian rushed in from the kitchen with some herb tea.
Patricia slumped in her wheelchair, her hand pressed to her forehead, shaking with anger.
“Miss, have some tea. It will calm you down.“{
Patricia waved her away, turning instead to Jackson. “Is everything ready at the new place? How much Jonger?”
“Another month, maybe a little more.”
“Start selling off anything here that’s worth money. The sooner, the better.“}]
Jackson and Marian exchanged a look and nodded.%
“Oliver, what happened to your head?”
After Patricia kicked him out, Oliver went straight to Newton Estate.
As soon as he walked in, Kelly saw his bloody forehead and nearly lost it.
“What happened? The staff said you were at the house tonight. Was it Patricia? Did she do this?
“She’s gone too far this time. I’m going to make her pay.”
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Chapter 4
“Mom-”
“Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?” Grandma’s voice boomed from down the hall, stopping Kelly in her tracks.
“They’re married. Let them handle their own mess. Do you have to meddle in everything? What’s next? Are you going to insist on sleeping between them too?
