Motherly Love

“I believe you still owe me an apology, Killian.” Mother strode toward me as I left Father's study. “I think you finally know what a lying wench your ex-girlfriend is. It would have been so much easier if you'd just believed me those years ago.”

I faced her, holding her stare for a moment before lowering my head. “I apologize. I admit… I misjudged your motives. Yet I still don't approve of the methods you used.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “Fair enough,” she muttered, pushing past me and walking toward her orangery.

I watched her in growing disbelief. “And that's it? You just want to end our years of cold treatment this way?” I stepped toward her, my hands fisting into balls. “Not to mention, after everything you've just heard... you're just going to walk away and drink tea?!”

She halted and turned around. “What do you want me to do? Scream? Slap your father for being so foolish?”

I nodded. “I might have called it a quite normal reaction.”

A bitter laugh escaped her. “You do