Chapter 26

HUDSON'S POV

I didn't even get the opportunity to appreciate the warmth and grandness of the living room before Mom's angry voice echoed in the huge mansion. "Where is he?! Is he ignoring me?"

The Head housekeeper was hot on her trail, her elderly body mustering all the energy she could manage just to meet up with Mom's heavy strides. "Ma'am please, it's already late. Why don't you talk to him tomorrow, ma'am?"

The house keeper's expression became more panicky the more doors Mom opened and closed in each floor, storming her way through the maids that scurried away in fear of being lashed out on.

She was already on the third floor by the time I came in. I looked to the side and saw that Aunt Claire was busy having a maid serve her tea on one of the living room sofas while Charlotte sat opposite her equally sipping tea, totally unbothered.

I fumed at the scene before me, what was wrong with these people?

It was obvious Aunt Claire had set up mom for this charade when she knew fully we