“Well, well, well,” she said, her voice smooth but laced with venom. “Kyle is the only reasonable one left, it seems.”
Her words stung, but I kept my expression neutral. Valerie, for her part, didn’t even flinch. She simply raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, clearly unfazed.
Mother's gaze shifted to me, and she raised a brow. “And you,” she continued, her tone sharp. “I don’t know what you see in her. She’s not one of us.”
I could feel Valerie stiffen beside me, and I quickly shot her a warning glance.
"Mom," I said, my voice tight. “We’re busy. We’re trying to get some work done.”
Hee lips curled into a thin smile. “Busy?” She glanced at the pile of textbooks and papers in front of us. “You're my son, Chris and I know you well enough to tell that you're not interested in whatever
