CHAPTER 4: YOU ARE DEAD TO ME

Andrew's POV

With much reluctance, I left Nancy and my recovering son in the hospital so I could go and confront my mother. I couldn't stop thinking about this revelation. Nancy was back in my life, I had a son and my mother was monster. 

How had my life changed completely in the span of a few hours?

I drove furiously in my car as I thought back to all what Nancy had told me. I was sweating profusely. I had taken off my coat and pulled my t-shirt up my arms. I didn't think it was possible to be angrier than I already was but as i thought about it more and more I felt like I was going to explode with rage. 

I gripped my steering wheel so hard that my knuckles were drained of blood and white with tension. I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. A part of me hoped that Nancy had gotten everything wrong. That maybe she was just confused about what really happened because it was unbelievable that my mother would do this to me.

It was unfathomable that my own flesh and blood, someone who had carried me in her womb for nine months would be capable of something like this towards me. 

God, I wanted this to be a big misunderstanding because I didn't know if I had it in me to forgive my mother. 

She knew of my condition. She knew that I was infertile so how coud she? She knew I carried the insecurity of never being able to have an heir so how could she keep my son from me? Her grandson! Her flesh and blood!

I had to hear the truth from her own lips. 

I arrived her mansion in a few minutes looking disheveled. My hair was a mess from running my fingers through it so many times. 

I pulled up in front of her mansion and as I stepped out of my car, none of the guards or maids dared approach or talk to me. 

I had venom in my eyes, my jaw ticked with built up anger.

As I walked into my mother's living room, I stopped in my tracks when I saw her pacing back and forth. Even though she was at home she was impeccably dressed in high heels, not a hair out of place. 

But she was sweating even in the air conditioning and biting her finger nails as she walked up and down. She hadn't noticed me yet and was oblivious to my presence. 

From her movements and the look on her face, my shoulders fell and my eyes stung with unshed tears as I realized how guilty she looked. 

I was sure she had already heard the news about Nancy showing up in my office and basically announcing to everyone that I had a son. News traveled fast in the world we lived in. 

"Mother..." I said in a deep and stern voice and she gasped, pulling her hand to her chest as her eyes connected with mine.

"Andrew. Son!" She said in fear as she took in my appearance. "Please let me explain...."

As soon as the words left her lips, my heart broke even more, in a way I didn't even think was possible. She was guilty. 

Everything Nancy said to me was true and I felt regret and disgust at myself for ever even doubting her. 

"So it's true. It's all true??? You terrorized Nancy and her family until she had no choice but to push me away.... My son..." 

My mother's demeanor suddenly changed and there was an anger in her eyes. She had a habit of doing this when she was cornered and had no way to defend herself. 

I already knew what would come out of her mouth before she even said it. She would tell me she did it for my own good. 

"I did it for you Andrew." She said sternly. "That girl was a lowlife. What would she have contributed to our family huh??? Just the opportunistic badluck of poverty!"

"How the hell can you even talk like that!?" My mother's eyes widened in shock at the loudness of my voice. 

I had never raised my voice at my mother in all my years of being alive, but this was too much. I couldn't take it.

"We came from poverty mother! There was a time we didn't have anything! So how could you not have empathy for people like Nancy, when years ago you were just like her! You forced her to raise our child all by herself."

"Yes!" My mother argued and I took a step back as if given a heavy blow by her words. She wasn't even trying to deny it anymore. 

She was doing everything in her power to justify her actions.

"We came from poverty and I know how miserable it is to not want you to end up with someone poor! You deserve better. Your father died of cancer because we didn't have enough money to give him the treatment he needed. To stay rich, you need to be with someone who can contribute in a positive way to our family, our finances, and our legacy! Not some low life beggar and her bastard!" 

"Mother!!" I stomped towards her ferociously and she was so surprised that she mistepped and fell to the floor on her ass, her hands on her chest in disbelief. 

"How dare you?" I said in a low dark voice as she forced herself up. With a gasp, she gripped her couch, pulled herself up and sat on it, her chest heaving up and down as I towered over her. 

"You don't have to involve yourself with that girl Andrew. I have a plan. I have become friends with the CEO of the biggest textile and communications industries in the country and he has a daughter. He is interested in creating a partnership with you. His daughter's name is Catherine. We can set up and arranged marriage. We could...."

She tried to reach for me but I angrily shoved her hand away. I was red and fiery with rage. I was talking to her about her despicable actions and she didn't even care.

She was changing the subject and talking to me about some Catherine girl and a partnership and an arranged marriage I didn't give a fuck about.

This was a side of my mother I had never seen before and it hurt. My heart shattered in my chest.

"How dare you call my son a bastard." I questioned and didnt give her space to talk as I continued. 

I pointed a finger at her. "You're dead to me, mother. You are fucking dead to me." 

Her eyes widened. 

My voice was dangerously calm.

"The only way you can even attempt to redeem yourself is if you get down on your fucking knees and apologize to Nancy and my son. You don't deserve to be called my mother. You don't deserve to be my son's grandmother. You fucking disgust me!" 

I finished and turned on my heels, walking out of her mansion and never wanting to see her again.