Chapter29
“Seymour, you’ve probably seen more of other people these past few days. than you have of Mina. You were the one who insisted on having her, but now you ignore her. Are you trying to use the card to threaten me?”
Felicia stood up, her eyes filled with scorn. “Keep the card. I can support. my daughter without it.”
Seymour tried to explain, “I didn’t freeze your card for that reason.”
However, Felicia didn’t want to listen. “Enough, Seymour. I thought you really wanted to see Mina today, but it turns out you’re here to pity and give us handouts.”
Seymour sat there, his condescending tone gently piercing Felicia’s heart, leaving it aching subtly.
It was as if everything she did seemed unreasonable to him.
“Wah–wah!”
Minerva’s cry came from the room. Felicia hurriedly walked over and pushed the door open.
Ambrose looked innocent and said, “Mom, Mina cries too easily. I just made a few faces at her.
Emma, feeling worried, picked up Minerva and gently comforted her, “Mina, it’s okay. Don’t cry. Let’s blow the booboo away.”
She explained, “Ms. Pruitt, Mr. Ambrose was just playing with Mina and accidentally pinched her cheek red.”
“Ambrose!” Felicia stepped forward, separated Ambrose from Minerva,
and scolded with a stern face. “Didn’t I just tell you to be gentle with Mina? She’s only a few days old and very fragile. Ambrose, do you have any manners at all?”
Ambrose felt wronged. He had talked to Minerva for a long time, but she didn’t respond, so he wanted to pinch her to see her reaction.
He didn’t expect her skin to be so delicate and get red so easily.
He defended himself, “Mom, I didn’t mean to.”
Felicia replied. “That doesn’t mean you don’t have to apologize. What about all the manners I taught you before? Have you forgotten them in just a few days?”
Ambrose lowered his head, showing a hint of defiance. “Sorry, Mom, but I believe you are being unfair.”
Seymour, noticing Ambrose was being reprimanded, tried to mediate, “Alright. Ambi didn’t intend any harm.”
Felicia said. “If you don’t correct him properly the first time he makes an innocent mistake, what will happen next time? Do you want to wait until he commits a more serious error and then regret it?”
Observing her persistence, Seymour felt a sense of irritation coming on. “Felicia, that’s enough.”
Felicia scoffed, “It is enough. I won’t waste my words on this in the future.”
She glanced down at Ambrose. “Ambi, do you still think my actions were unfair?”
Ambrose nodded resolutely. “Yes, Mom, you show favoritism towards Mina.”
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If what I did is seen as unfair, then you and your dad have been equally biased, but in a much worse way”
They had shown excessive favoritism towards Mabel.
Why couldn’t they tolerate the same level of bias when it was aimed at
them?
Seymour’s sharp eyes looked over. “Felicia, don’t push your luck too far.”
Felicia curled her lips into a cold sneer, thinking it was pointless to say more to them.
She carefully held Minerva and walked to the side, gently soothing her. Soon. Minerva smiled again.
“Let’s talk outside,” Felicia urged them to leave.
Now, her daughter was her most important person. No one could hurt her.
Even her once beloved son was not exempt from her scolding.
Ambrose pouted, almost in tears.
“Dad, I want to go home.”
Seymour sighed, his efforts to bring Felicia home still unsuccessful.
He felt worried for Ambrose and, with a stern face, said, “Felicia, think about it. I owe you nothing in any way, and you don’t need to take your anger at me out on our son. I understand you’re not in a good mood after having a baby, but my patience is limited.”
Felicia found it utterly absurd. “Seymour, are you finished? If you are, go back. Next time we meet, I hope we can cut all ties.”
“Felicia,” Seymour’s deep voice finally showed its anger.
Felicia opened the door for them. “I need you to leave.”
Seymour’s face was tense, his expression cold as he led Ambrose out the
door.
“Dad, why is Mom like this? She’s so mean and scary. I don’t want her to be my mom anymore!” Ambrose pouted.
Seymour’s face was slightly cold as he adjusted his collar. “Then who do you want to be your mom?”
“Auntie Mabel!” Ambrose answered without hesitation.
Seymour closed his eyes, his temples throbbing.
“Ambi, you’re already five years old, and you should know that what you just said was way out of line.”
“But…”
Ambrose wanted to argue, but faced with the frost in his dad’s eyes, he shut his mouth.
Ambrose remembered that his grandmother Yvonne often said the same thing, so why did his dad just get angry with him for saying the same thing?
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