C12 His mom

"What?" Anne was startled.

"Yes, ma'am." Pom looked down.

"Where is he?" Anne asked ferociously.

Pom didn't say anything. "Ma'am, he-."

Anne knew where he was. She walked out of his room angrily and opened Elena's room. Anne saw her son sleeping on her bed, and his clothes were on the floor. Seeing him like that, Anne shouted, "Paul!"

Paul arched his brows with annoyance as he heard someone calling his name loudly. He slightly opened his eyes and spotted his mom in front of him.

"Mom, what's your problem? Let me sleep more," Paul said, covering his head again.

Anne yanked his blanket away from him and said, "You brat."

"Mom, what?" Paul said as he fully opened his eyes.

"What exactly is this? Could you perhaps clarify what you're doing in her room?" Anne asked.

"Where is your shirt, by the way? Why are you so exposed?" Anne said.

"Mom, could you just stop yelling?" Paul said. His tone seemed annoying. "And I'm still not naked."

"You fucking brat, then explain it," Anne said angrily.

Now he looked into her eyes and replied, "It's nothing, Mom. We had only recently shared a bed."

"As far as I know, she dislikes us." Anne widened her eyes and said in panic, "Did you force her? That's why she was crying."

"What?" Paul asked, frowning.

Anne asked again, "Paul, did you force her?"

"What if I forced her to do it? What will you guys do?" Paul asked her casually.

"Paul," Anne said, and she suddenly slapped him hard in the face.

Paul rubbed his cheek and gritted his teeth.

"Do you know what will happen if she tells Robert?" Anne asked. "Robert will kick us out of this house. Maybe he'll contact the police." Anne lost her calmness.

Anger was boiling in Paul's veins. He glared fiercely at her and shouted, "It's all because of you. It's your disability. Do you get it?"

"You were the one who simply abandoned my dad for the sake of money. You were the one who married a wealthy man in order to take his assets. You are to blame for this," Paul shouted in a rage.

"Paul," Anne said, taking a deep breath and sadly calling his name.

"I'm sorry, but son, I did everything for you," she said.

Paul closed his eyes. Because of her lies, he was exhausted.

"Paul, there are a lot of girls. Then why Elena, honey?" Anne asked Paul. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Anne understood that her stubborn son would not listen to her. So she said, "All right, I understand it."

"I understand you want to have fun, but don't fall for her."

'Have fun? Enjoy my feet. From here, we'll fly off. Last night, Elena told me that if I could change myself, she would love me.' Paul smiled at his own while thinking, then turned to face his mother.

"I'm short on cash," he said.

Anne scowled and asked, "For what purpose? Didn't I transfer money to your account last month?"

"Yes, you did. So what? Aren't you Mr. D'Suza's wife? Don't tell me your man isn't paying you enough," Paul said.

"Can't you talk to your mom nicely, Paul?"

Hearing his mother, he cracked a smirk on his lips; it seemed he did not even care about his mother's feelings.

"Why do I have such a large sum of money? Everything I own is yours," Anne said.

"Don't be worried. I will transfer money to your account. And give Nikita a nice present." She added with a smile.

"Nikita?" Paul asked, frowning at his mother. "Mom, I don't need money for her present, and why should I buy a present for an ugly girl?"

Anne asked, "Is that someone new?"

Paul answered, "No, it's for my therapy."

Anne was shocked and asked, "What?"

Anne touched his forehead and asked, "Paul, what are you saying? What's wrong, honey?"

"Please, Mom," Paul said as she shook her hand.

"Nothing to be concerned about. I'd want to go see a psychiatrist," he said.

"What?" she said, her tone abruptly changing after hearing her son. "Who placed these kinds of things in your head, Paul?" she asked. "What exactly is going on? Tell me about it. Who was it that did this?"

'What is it that my son is saying? Is he completely insane?' Anne murmured to herself.

"Mom, Elena told me to-" Anne cut him off in the middle of her son's speech and said, "I knew it; I knew that bitch would tell you something."

"Don't call my Elena a bitch, Mom!" Paul yelled.

"What should I call her then? Paul, she hinted that you were crazy. Are you unable to understand?" she said, raising her voice.

"My son is not insane. He's perfectly well. Elena was the one who manipulated your thoughts," Anne expressed her displeasure.

'Elena tried to make my son sick and was planning to take over the entire estate. What a brilliant mind she has! How dare she call my son mad? And my son is simply listening to whatever she says. Anne thought.

"Mom, Elena didn't say that. She said-." Paul was about to say something, but Anne stopped him in the middle.

"What she says is not important," Anne said.

"She'll never love you, Paul. She only hates you and your mother," She added.

Paul instantly said, "Lie. You are a liar."

"I'm your mother, Paul," Anne said, as she softened her tone.

"Leave me alone. I'd rather not discuss it." Paul put on his dress and got out of the room. He left the room without saying anything. His mother pissed him off.

'I really don't want to see her. Why had she returned?' Paul murmured as he left home to go to college.

"Damn it," Anne said as she sat on the couch.

'Because of the witch, my son shouted at me. She's simply going to steal Paul, but I'm not going to allow her.' Anne murmured while gritting her teeth.

[At the university]

I was walking down the hall. But I came to a halt as Ron approached me.

"Elena." Ron shouted my name.

"Yes," I replied.

"You're unexpectedly so lovely, Elena," Ron said. I wasn't expecting his compliment and wasn't prepared for it.

"What?" I asked.

"No, I mean, you're stunning. Just keep smiling," Ron said.

I gave him a gentle smile. "Elena, what's up with your forehead?" Ron said as he approached me and grabbed my arm.

"Did you get hit by a jerk last night?" Ron asked.

"It's okay, Ron," I said as I tried to gently pull my hand away from his clutches. Paul's friend was weird; I did not like him at all.