Madam Black’s pov
“Was that the right thing to do?” I yelled at the silly, “Hi, Tiara,” my blood boiling with intense heat.
If only I could strike out her life. “What were you expecting me to do?” She questioned back, pacing forth with her son in her hand
“You could have shut up! You could have let us adopt a son or make up a scene!” I growled, giving her more than one better option, “But no, you choose to be silly.” I added.
“You weren’t there when I pushed to bed. What more could I have done?” She sobbed, tears gathering on her eyelids.
This was our first conversation ever since her childbearing. I was mad at how stupid and careless she happened to be.
She looked nothing like me, her mother.
“Then you couldn’t think of a better option,” I growled, staring at the forbidden thing
