For the first time in his entire life, Ace Stone felt completely powerless against the bitter words that Theia threw his way. The pain which transgressed his heart was so close to the anguish he’d felt over Blue’s death that it left him reeling and stumped.
The words so familiar to those he’d thrown in Blue’s face when she’d confronted him about his unwarranted hate. How could Theia know? How could she hit him where it mattered the most?
“It’s not what you think,” he said instead, gritting his teeth against the onslaught of agony attacking his senses. “My mother is not who you think she is. I mean my relationship with her is not that perfect like she wants everyone to believe.”
“Well, no relationship between a mother and his son is perfect, irrespective of what people seems to believe.
