A Cruel Reality-Edited Version-On Hold

Chapter Seventy-Seven-Despise Is Greater Than Hatred

Debora, whose theatrics was over, stood with a hand roughly brushing her ruined makeup from her face. She was sniffling, but Rafale knew it was fake. Paul was fainthearted compared to the two. And that was the main reason his mother easily fooled him.

"Our son is brainwashed by some tramps skirts, Paul! He is even saying that he hates me!"

Stupefied by his wife's grievous tone of voice, Paul frowned. Rafale would have clapped if he was an onlooker at his mother's flawless acting. Stretching his hands out, he had not the patience or time for his mother's sorry theatrics.

"Hand over the ring before you leave, mother."

With widened eyes, as Rafale had known the ring was in her possession, Debora retrieved it from her pocket. Smirking, she moved towards the porch. Sensing her evil action, Rafale followed her with a dark expression on his face. Paul had remained standing shocked and confused. Knowing that Paul could not see her because of the flattering curtains, she threw the ring over the barrister without remorse.

"What ring, Rafale? What ring? The girl is gone. It is no longer needed. Stop living in the past."

Bitterly laughing, Rafale rushed towards the barrister to watch the ring falling into the large swimming pool below. Brushing her two hands together as if dusting invisible particles from the surface, Debora was satisfied. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, when it had only sunk to the bottom of the pool, Rafale's back grew tense when his mother's screaming was gnawing into his skull like shattered glass.

"Are you looking for it, Rafale?! Do you love that tramp?! Argh, why are you doing this to me! Me out of all people?! Haven't I spoiled you enough?!"

Turning in her direction, he drew his face close to her ears.

"If you want Paul to know your darker side, I would caution you to keep on flapping your gums, mother. Or has he already found out since he kicked you out once?"

Gripping the barrister and allowing the fluttering and persuasive curtains to slap her in the face, Debora's face turned as white as a sheet. She wobbled and collapsed to the floor, for she had forgotten herself. That caused Paul to jump to action as he rushed from inside to her side.

They hadn't spoken ever since she returned, but he still cared for the heartless woman. Stepping away from them, Rafale glanced in Paul's direction, who was at the advantage of helping the partial and filial Debora from the ground.

"What happened?"

Paul questioned with raised eyebrows.

Rafale sighed.

His mother was like a witch who had bewitched an innocent human—Paul Wulfric.

"This is very complicated to explain."

He muttered before walking back into the room.

Grabbing the car key from his suit jacket pocket on the bed, he walked out of the room. However, Debora would not let him. Flying out of Paul's arms, she rushed over to grab onto his feet, but Paul interceded by catching onto her person. Soon, the bedroom door slamming alerted that Rafale had left.

Shaking the suddenly angry and sobbing Debora with a vengeance, as if to distort the organs in her body, Paul snapped.

"What is happening here, Debora?! Where is Rafale going?!"

"Let me go! I won't have my son returning to that woman!"

With empty eyes filled with bitter rage, Debora suddenly pushed Paul away from her body in an attempt to run behind Rafale.