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Fred's POV

I had just opened the door of my room when my eyes met my mum. She always had the worst timing.

"What are you doing here, with her?" She scolded me.

"Mum, you are here?" I was shocked to see where.

"Yes, I am. You have to stop acting surprised each time you see me in this house. I also live here, and I can decide to show up whenever I want to" she told me, and I nodded.

"Now, answer my question. What are you doing here with her? When your wife is downstairs" she asked me again.

"She…well" I stammered, and my mum narrowed her gaze.

She was the only woman capable of making me stammer, and act like a weakling.

"How many times have I asked you to stay away from this girl? She is not good for you. Nothing good is ever going to come out of your relationship with her '' my mum pulled my ear, as she dragged me away from the room.

She locked the door from the outside, with Bella inside.

"What the heck? Fred, let me out of this place" Bella screamed from the inside.

"Shut up! Fred is