Chapter 315
315 –Name Of Loyalty
Madeline:
Her words made me look at Baxter, who visibly clenched his fists. He suddenly pulled away from me, as if to show he did not need support.
It did not look right. That was not how he usually handled himself. I honestly did not understand what was wrong with him. Losing a crown should not make him feel so much pain.
“Baxter, you should rest,” I told him, trying to reach for him, but he raised his palm to me, letting me know he was fine.
“I will go build the fence,” he stated.
I hated his mother at that moment because she knew Baxter. She knew exactly how to trigger a reaction from him.
When he said that and started to step away, her smirk made my anger flare.
“Seriously? You wanted to hurt him because he did not listen to you?” I confronted her, unable to stop myself.
“No. I just want him to realize he made a mistake,” she hissed. “And you should think twice before speaking to me,” she warned, pointing her finger at me.
“Or else what?” I asked, facing her with my arms crossed.
She glanced at my posture and stepped back, with a surprised look on her face.
“That is why I wanted a respectful daughter–in–law, someone who could-” she began. 1
I raised my palm, stopping her mid–sentence. Once again, she looked shocked at being interrupted.
“Even if the Moon Goddess herself married your son, you would have driven her away,” I told her. “ If you can hurt your own son with your words, I am sure no daughter–in–law would ever be spared p>
Her jaw dropped, and her eyes began to water.
“Do you only care about packs? Do you never see that your son is suffering?” I questioned her.
“What are you saying? I love my son. I have always been there for him,” she replied.
I let out a sarcastic chuckle, and she fell silent.
“You have been there for him to taunt him and tear him down. You are always the first one to criticize him,” I continued. “Do you not see that your son has unresolved trauma? Every time you are angry with him, you use that incident to hurt him again. You and everyone else held a child responsible for what happened to his sister. You accused him of failing to protect her when your grown ass warriors could not do the same. That messes with my head p>
I did not stop speaking. I had never seen Baxter this low before, and something inside me snapped. Anger and frustration surged through me, and I let it all out.
“ You think I am not a good mother?” she said, pointing at her chest.
“Can you place your hand on your chest and ask yourself if you are a good mother?” I questioned, watching her lips begin to quiver.
“Anyway, you can go and rest, but do not come out hurting my husband again. I will tolerate anything said about
315 Name Of Lovely
me and my character, but I will not allow any of you to hurt my husband,” I finished.
When I turned around, I saw Baxter standing in the doorway. I thought he had left. He was still there, holding the wires and tools, watching me with tears in his eyes.
“No, mister. Put all that down and go rest,” I told him, finally taking control. I was not going to let his mother keep pushing him.
“Yes, Daddy, put all that stuff down,” Elara added, coming out of the room.
Thankfully, they wandered away when we were arguing
Then Elara decided to be herself. She placed her hands on her waist and wandered over to him, grabbing the items out of his hands.
“Aye, aye, aye, that is so heavy p>
The way she almost tipped over and made that sound made both Baxter and me laugh.
When I glanced at his mother, I saw a small smile on her face, a quiet one, before tears rolled down her cheeks. Without saying another word, she stepped away.
“Kids, do not touch this stuff, okay? Go see what Aunty Yuvonne is doing,” I told my children, patting their backs. I took Baxter’s hand and guided him to the bedroom.
“Did you really mean what you said?” he questioned softly, stepping along with me.
“Do you doubt it?” I asked.
I noticed the way he tightened his grip around my hand, as if asking me never to let go. He had no idea. Madeline was a name of loyalty and stability.
I led him to the bed and laid him down. Something still felt off. He fell asleep almost instantly, not like someone who had just been given wolfsbane, but like someone completely exhausted.
I left the room and headed outside quickly. If Ron had left, I would not feel comfortable leaving my children alone with Yuvonne, at least not until I was certain of her intentions toward them.
When I stepped outside, I saw Yuvonne pointing in different directions while speaking to Ron. He had taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.