CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

The doorbell rang, Noami was seated in the parlor so she went to open it. It was an elderly woman she had never seen before but she somewhat looked familiar.

" Who are you?" The woman asked as she pushed Noami out of the way and entered inside, she almost fell down but held onto the door for support.

" And who are you to push me like that?" Naomi snapped, she wanted to show respect to this woman but since she had already behaved badly with her, there was no need to be cautious.

" You seem to be one of the toys my son is playing with right?" The woman asked in a mocking voice as she lowered herself on one of the sofas.

" Son?" Naomi muttered under her breath then it occurred to her that she was Nahil's mother, the one he hated.

She wanted to say something when she noticed Nahil coming down the stairs, he was dressed casually.

" Who is making so much noise here?" He asked oblivious of the woman sitting in his living room.

" Son" she said standing up and Nahil stopped short on seeing his