Taking Responsibility

“Mom!” Nathan exclaimed. His eyes stretched and a heavy blanket of shock draped around him.

“How dare you, you slut?!” rather enraged, Clarissa offered deaf ears to Nathan's surprise.

Instead, she faced Alyssa head-on with her unquenchable fury bubbling inside of her.

From the onset, she knew the girl was bad news. Bad bad news!

But she had not wanted to cause a flicker in her son's emotions just because of a woman. So she decided to just ignore it and leave it be.

Who knew that'll be her deepest regret?

“You had the guts to climb into my son's bed. How dare a homeless wretch like you?!” on and on the blame keeps coming.

Apart from the Old Mistress, Nathan and the victim of all this—of course, Alyssa.

The other two parties in the massive, yet depressive living room were utterly silent.

Dane. And Zion, who was nonchalantly leaning on one of the pillars of the mansion, playing with a foldable little knife in his hands, had entirely different expressions in response to the drama being br