Lyon's fury was palpable as he stood there, his expression a storm of frustration. Suddenly, his mother cast a glance in my direction, and I silently pleaded with myself for her not to involve me in this mess. "Is she the reason you refuse to listen to me, your mother?" she accused, pointing at me with disdain. It was clear she held no affection for me, and honestly, I felt no warmth towards her either. Just because she was the mother of the man I loved didn’t mean I had to embrace someone I barely knew.
I remained silent, my thoughts swirling. "Yes, she is. Are you satisfied now? Go home, Mother. As you can see, I have more important matters at hand," Lyon shot back, his voice laced with irritation. The other woman looked wounded by his words, and I felt a twinge of guilt—sorry, but he’s
