HIS DIVORCED WIFE IS HIS NEW BOSS

CHAPTER 12

PHILIP'S POV

As I drove back to the mansion, I couldn't help but replay the incident that had happened. Trisha had called that little girl her daughter. What was going on? Why wouldn't anyone tell me what was happening? I hope the little girl is all right though.

My gaze fell on Lola who was sobbing silently with her hands still on her swollen cheek. I couldn't help but be irked by her presence. Of course I know this crying was all a show to get my attention.

I had told her to ride with her driver that brought her but she was insistent on riding with me and Eric. I obliged because of him.

I still would have made an excuse and let Lola go drop him at the mansion but, I still haven't scolded him for how badly he had behaved which I know Lola would never do.

Where had he learned such a behavior from? Did I make a bad decision on taking him to the mansion to live with my mother?

As the car pulled up at the mansion, Lola quickly got out and walked in a hurried step into the house. I stared at my son, whose head had been down the whole drive. I couldn't say I was disappointed at him because he was an 8 years old boy but still he shouldn't have behaved that way.

“You’re here son?” a look of surprise on her face as she wasn't expecting me to be at the mansion. Eversince Trish and I had divorce, I had stopped coming to the mansion.

“I came to drop Eric off,”I answered in a cold voice with my gaze on the stairs, not wanting to look at her.

“It's been years son, you can’t just shut us–”

“This isn't why I'm here, Mother,”I said, cutting her off.

“Let's go upstairs to your room,Eric,”I walked upstairs without sparing another glance at my mother or Lola who was sulking at the chair she sat on.

“You behaved so badly today. Where did you learn to hit girls? And she was even younger than you. Are you learning to be a bully?” I reprimanded in a stern voice.

“It wasn't me Daddy, I didn't mean for the fight to happen. She spoke to me rudely and I only wanted to show her I was older than her and she ought to respect me,”he said in a low tone with his head looking down.

“Is that so? To make someone respect you, you have to head-butt the person?!,”I

Retorted, feeling a bit disappointed because he was not showing remorse for his bad behavior.

“Do you have to shout at him to correct him?”a frown settled on my face as that question was thrown at me.

“Lola just told me what happened in Eric's school. You shouldn't scold him that much. He is a little child, he's prone to mistakes and errors and besides you're supposed to direct this discipline at that rude girl that inflicted injury on him,”my mother said in a tone that sounded irritating to me.

Now I see where his bad behavior is coming from. I guess I made a mistake for him to come live with her. Being an over pampered spoilt brat was the least thing I wanted my son to be. It didn't end well for Becky, definitely It wasn't going to end well for my son.

“I'm talking to you,” my mother remarked as I had ignored her, not wanting to be part of the drama that was going on.

My gaze rested on Lola who was standing by the door. She was unusually quiet. I smirked inwardly. I guess she hadn't told my mother about Trisha's return or the fact that the woman my mother was threatening to lock up was her.

Staring at her, I could see fear,hatred and anxiety written all over her. Promising on talking to Eric later, I walked out of the room with my mother in a hot chase after me.

“You can't keep acting cold towards me. I am your Mother. The least you can do is tell me what it is that I have done?”

I really do not know why I was like this to the woman I had once loved more than anything, was it because of the Regret on how I treated Trisha? or was it the anger I felt towards my mother because she was the mastermind behind the maltreatment towards Trish?

Turning to face her,

“you've done nothing.I'm taking my son away from here. You've done badly with his upbringing,”I spatted with no remorse at her.

Disbelief and shock coursed through her as she stared at me with her mouth wide open.

“You can't do that Philip. He's my Grandson!”she screamed.

“Watch me do it.”