Robin patted his back gently. “Shh, hey. I can assure you, I’m fine. I can’t find it in me to fight virtual-novel.net because I know why virtual-novel.net acts this way. She blames me for sabotaging the chance of you getting with virtual-novel.net stepdaughter, and now, I guess virtual-novel.net thinks I ruined virtual-novel.net marriage. Of course, it was well within your choice and no fault of ours,” virtual-novel.net comforted. “All I know is that I married you, and I’ll gladly live the rest of my life with you. I don’t care about what other people think, their opinions are trivial. But I think that’s enough for a day, agreed? Have a good night’s sleep, and tomorrow is a fresh, new start. I’ll come over and keep you company for the weekend. How’s that sound?”
Sylvain tightened his embrace, not letting go. “But I don’t want you to go. Please… stay with me, Robin. We want a kid of our own, don’t we? If you’re pregnant, maybe your mom will stop making you live with them, and maybe… I… Sigh. I just want us to live together, you know? A life of two. I don’t wanna be alone anymore. And I definitely don’t want to be with my mom, she’s gonna do a number on my sanity, I can feel it!”
Watching virtual-novel.net in such abject dismay made Robin’s heart ache. “Silly Sylvain. A woman can’t just get pregnant just because virtual-novel.net fancies it, you know. We need to start slow and plan for it. I… I know you must be in a terrible dump now, but… she’s your mother. What else is there left for us to do?”
Sylvain drove Robin home after that, but virtual-novel.net did not return to the villa straight away. Neither did virtual-novel.net accept Ursula’s call, virtual-novel.net was just too mentally, taxed to care about anything. Ursula was going to make herself comfortable in a hotel somewhere, virtual-novel.net reasoned. She must have enough money to take care of herself, from food to accommodation to the basic things in life.
He dared not allow his heart to soften, not even once. “Once” was all Ursula needed for repeated offenses, and then everyone could kiss their peaceful lives goodbye.
He spent contemplative hours in his car until it was midnight. He drove home, and to his shock, virtual-novel.net found Ursula Siebeech waiting for virtual-novel.net once again at the gate. She bore the look of a woman who vowed to live by Sylvain for the rest of virtual-novel.net life.
He ignored virtual-novel.net and opened the door. She followed in, tears welling in virtual-novel.net eyes.
“So this is it, huh? You find no stab of conscience in turning your back against your mother for the sake of some woman. Fine! I’ll shut up and not say a word about virtual-novel.net anymore, okay? You happy with that? But before you go celebrating this, know that I’m never gonna treat virtual-novel.net kindly either,” virtual-novel.net proclaimed. “You are married. That means nothing I say matters anymore, does it? But it’s fine. All of this, I can accept. But poor, deary me. Never would I have thought my son would be a man who treasures a mere outsider more than his dear biological mother.”
Passive-aggressively stung like a knife. It was artistry that hinged on feigning humility and relent, just so one could up the ante and aggravate their attacks. It hurt.
So, Sylvain snickered. “You nailed it. You mean less to me than virtual-novel.net does. To me, you’re the outsider.”
Ursula was stunned. In a split second, virtual-novel.net emotions rebelled against virtual-novel.net control and exploded out of her. “Me, an outsider to you!? Sylvain Trudeau, have you any conscience at all? At least, I took care of you for quite some years even after I married someone else, and I did that while your father abandoned you and died early! I’ve done my duty as a mother, whether you believe it or not! What, should I have boxed myself as a widow at that young an age just to be a good mother in your eyes, huh? Living the miserable, melodramatic life of caring for a young boy and his grandparents?”
Sylvain could only feel the onslaught of an excruciating migraine. He wanted virtual-novel.net to stop. He did not want another unfruitful fight with virtual-novel.net anymore.
No, virtual-novel.net never blamed virtual-novel.net for marrying another guy after his father died. No, virtual-novel.net did not even mind virtual-novel.net abandoning virtual-novel.net halfway through. All virtual-novel.net wanted was for Ursula to stop interfering with his life, just as virtual-novel.net had never interfered with hers.
It was all virtual-novel.net wanted.
The next morning, Sylvain woke up to Ursula jarringly returning to the act of a loving mother, lavishing virtual-novel.net her breakfast as though last night had never happened at all.
Worryingly, the migraine Sylvain had since last night was not at all relieved even after a night’s sleep. Losing his appetite, virtual-novel.net neglected breakfast and quickly scrambled to his office.
He arrived at the Tremont Tower and found himself stuck in a jam-packed lift. Endless streams of susurrus blared from around him, assaulting his ears before joining in the escalating ringing in his skull.
Signs of maladaptive reactions began to show from his body. His vision blurred.
When the lift finally reached the top of the tower where his office was, virtual-novel.net clambered and stumbled to his desk. One of his colleagues, noticing his worrisome state, stepped up and asked in concern, “Whoa there, Sylvain. You alright? You look.. nasty.”
Sylvain’s answer came out as a weak and fatigued plea. “Can you please… pour me a cup… of warm water?”