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Chapter 15

Author: Gloria Salvador
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“Welcome home, Freya”, Imelda said with a calm voice, ignoring Freya's angry question and taking her seat on the couch.

Freya's angry eyes blazed at Imelda, demanding a clear answer.

“Imelda. What did you do to Noah?” Freya asked once again, stroking Noah's hair as he buried his face in her arms.

“Nothing!” Imelda snapped, irritated by Freya's accusing questions.

Freya's gaze froze on Imelda in astonishment, recoiling from her sudden outburst. She locked eyes with Noah, who shook his head emphatically, his eyes pleading her to believe that he was innocent.

“He said he was hungry and I told him to wait a little bit longer so that I could go get some groceries from the mall and cook something for him. But I couldn't leave him all alone at home so I told him to wait till you get back. He got angry and began to throw tantrums. I couldn't take it anymore so I scolded him. I did nothing wrong to him!”

“That's not true! She had her lunch and warned me not to eat anything from her house. She
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gwen.gwenn
...... ............ I'm stopping to read further
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Linda Parizeau
I don't like Freya at all. She was hurt but doesn't act like a mother, like a mature woman. More like a teenager.
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