Brayden’s face grew gloomy, and he said, ‘My wife is fine. She’s not dead. And it’s rude of you to say that.’
Milo retorted, his tone disdainful. ‘Just as it’s rude of you to ambush my mother in the hallway. If you are not recently widowed, then why do you keep showing up here and making inappropriate and unwanted advances to my mother? I can only conclude you are eager to look for a new wife.’
Alessia stared at her son, amazed.
Sometimes she wished she had a sharp tongue like his.
Brayden was red in the face, but whether from shame or rage, Alessia couldn’t tell.
‘Milo, that’s enough.’ She threw a protective arm around his shoulder. ‘Brayden, please leave. We have nothing to discuss.’
Alessia narrowed her eyes at Brayden.
She took a deep breath and said, ‘My son is
