Ana's POV
My cold indifference stirred up both irritation and anxiety in Hughes.
From his perspective, I should always prioritize him and Ridley above everything else; even when he and Ridley threw tantrums, I was supposed to bear it silently.
But here I was, actually telling him to get out.
What's more, my stare held nothing but detachment, as though I didn't want him around. He couldn't handle it.
Hughes jabbed his finger toward Morris and yelled, "You have no right to kick me out! Even though you and Dad got divorced, you're still my mother. I won't let you be with this guy, so you can't be with him!"
I creased my brow, the irritation in my eyes almost spilling over.
My tone turned glacial. "You already declared that from now on, I wouldn't be your mom anymore."
Hughes's energy drained away, his eyes darting around with guilt written across his face. "Even if I don't accept you as my mom, you're still my mom. No, what I'm trying to say is..."
