CHAPTER 95: 95-SHUTTING DOWN HIS EVIL SISTER

Iris:

"Kids, tell your mommy you want to meet your aunt and your grandmother," Zoe said, trying to speak with my children. I rolled my eyes and shook my head in disbelief.

"We do want family," Amy pouted, looking at me. Her innocence crumbled my heart. She had no idea how cruel and brutal these people could be. What she wished for was not the type of family she would get.

"No, we don’t want any," Colin said, speaking up in a stern tone, letting them know his decision.

"Why not? If you agree to spend time with us, that will mean you can spend time with your father too. In our mansion, we will talk about your father’s childhood and everything. Don’t you want that?" Zoe clapped her hands, using a babyish tone with Colin.

"No, my daddy will come here if he wants to spend time with us. We are not going anywhere, and we are not working hard to spend time with him. We are just babies. Daddy should be putting in the hard work," Colin retorted.

Zoe’s eyes widened as she looked at me, a silent complaint almost asking if this was what I had been teaching them.

"Isn’t he a little too mature for his age?" Zoe commented. I rolled my eyes, laughing at her.

"Just because you’re immature for your age doesn’t mean others have the same problem. Don’t worry, my kid is growing up fine. In fact, you must have noticed he’s very confident and knows what he wants. Now, if you please excuse us, we have to go inside."

Now that my son had made the decision for himself and Amy, Zoe had no reason to continue pressing. Markus held her arms and pulled her away while I walked back into the guest house with my children.

"What the hell did she mean by ’they need a grandmother’? And why didn’t you mention that they already have a grandmother?" my mother complained as we entered the guest house.

"Really? They have?" I asked, pretending to be shocked.

My mother gave me a pointed look, warning me not to get on her nerves.

"Well, I’m pretty sure you’re not a child, so don’t expect anything from my kids either, since you have never shown them an ounce of love," I said, tapping Colin’s back proudly.

"But mommy, why did you stop us? Didn’t you say it’s nice to be nice to family?" Amy asked, sitting on the couch. I could already tell this was going to be a little trouble with her.

"Amy, my dear, you need to understand there is a difference between a good family and a bad family," I explained, sitting down on the couch next to her.

"What do you mean? Is Aunt Zoe a bad family?" she asked.

"Yes. She used to be very mean to your mother," my mother responded. I was not going to phrase it that way myself.

"What?" my mother repeated in response to my deep gaze.

"Your Aunt Zoe and your grandmother, from your father’s side, were horrible people. They kicked your mother out of the house. They were mean to her. They used to hit her," she continued. At this point, I had to show her my palm.

"If you do not shut up, mother," I warned, but she didn’t care. She shrugged and gestured for Scarlett to get her a wine glass as she left for her room.

"Amy, things are not very well between us, and Aunt Zoe has a problem. She sometimes forgets how to act and, while doing so, accidentally hurts others," I explained, giving my kids some knowledge on what to watch out for when encountering Zoe.

"How can you hurt someone accidentally?" Amy asked.

"Accidents happen once, but when they keep happening, they’re not accidents. They are done on purpose," Colin said in his mature tone, grabbing all the Legos and placing them on the table.

I just smiled at him. He was so intelligent, and as long as he was with Amy, I was confident she would be fine.

"Okay, children, your father is going to be here soon, so I want you to finish your lunch and get ready," I said, unsure of how to tell my kids that he was coming over to give the medicine.

"Yeah, we’ll watch movies with daddy! Is he going to stay over for the night too, mommy, please?" Amy clung to my arm, shaking me.

"Not really. Daddy would rather go and stay with that evil witch," Colin commented. His words no longer felt like a prideful moment. I realized that sometimes, if I didn’t stop him, his mature way of speaking could get him into trouble—not for anyone else, but for himself.

"Colin, you’re not supposed to say that," I said gently.

"Why not? You always said to speak the truth and speak your mind, so I’m speaking my mind," he replied, shrugging as if he saw no problem with it.

"Anyway, your father will be here soon, and when he is, let’s not talk about his family, okay?" I said, giving both of them a gentle nod.

"Okay," they said in unison and then started playing together.

By then, I went into my room and got ready for lunch.

Kash actually came around evening, and I noticed my mother was the one to receive him at the door.

He walked in, seemingly straight from the office, wearing a black suit, white shirt, and a loose tie.

His hair was slightly messy.

The way he stepped into the house, he looked like a giant, broad in the shoulders.

He walked in holding a little blue box in his hand.

"Is that the cure?" my mother asked, leaning a little too close to the box.

Kash had to steadily stretch his hand away from her reach.

"Yeah, it is. Where are Colin and Amy?" he asked, focusing on me instead of my mother.

"They’re in their room. They’ve been waiting for you," I replied, noticing my mother’s smile, which instantly shifted into that evil look she always gave me when she wanted me to speak with him about leaving the cure with us.

"Okay, we’re not sure how Colin will react to this, so it’ll be better if Amy is put to bed first," Kash suggested, still holding the box before placing it in his pocket.

My mother’s smile began to fade.