Novel & Cerita Mother Gothel Old Lady

She patted my back softly and whispered, "There, there. Mommy's here. Mommy has always been here." Behind me, Mom's wails tore through the entire underworld. She knelt on the ground, pounding it frantically. "Helena, come back! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Just come back!" But I could no longer hear any of it. That gentle woman had already gathered me in her arms and carried me into the light. Holding the goblet, the old crone glanced at Mom—who was on her knees sobbing her heart out—and sighed. "You made your bed. Now lie in it." She held out the goblet to Mom. "Drink this and forget about her. Be a better mother next time around."

“No, Quinn. I wanted truth. And I found it.” He held up his hand, and the purple flame roared brighter. Another figure emerged from the shadows behind him. A witch. She was tall in her robes of black and emerald, her face half hidden by her veil, and she was imposing. And instantly I knew — this wasn’t one of the three from before. This was someone older. Stronger. “Quinn,” Theodore said, his tone reverent. “This is Mother Sareth. She remembers the old ways. The ones that came before.”

"Mr. Snow, please speak freely." "Let me introduce him first. This old man here is the Grand Elder of Moblathos from the outside world." "Moblathos?" Luna's expression changed. Decades ago, when she was still a child, she had heard of someone from Moblathos sneaking into Naesbrey Fortress to prey on women. It was shameless, vile, and despicable. "Ms. Lumen, I told you this would disgust you, but calm down and hear me out first."

"Please don't. I don't want to lose you." I notice his hand is clenched hard with all the veins popping out like he's holding back. Please touch me. Please touch me and let's put this behind us. I beg in my head as I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the tears fall. "It's no use now." I gasp at the familiar voice and look towards the door. My mother-in-law, Irene York also known as Madam York- steps into the room wearing her black fur coat, tight white pants and her face in an unusual pitiful look.

“You fed my daughter poisonous mushrooms, and that killed her baby! My girl is still in a coma. You have to compensate me!” Joanne, who was completely unprepared to handle such a situation, was unsure of what to do next. As for me, I just stood there and watched the show unfold. In situations like this, there was always someone who stepped up, and that someone today was Mrs. Rockett. She walked forward and looked at the old woman with a mocking sneer. “Absolutely shameless! Everyone, let’s weigh in here. What kind of mother raises her daughter to become a mistress? What kind of mother lets her daughter get pregnant and ruin another family?

"It's windy outside, and you're dragging Luca around? Do you even know how to be a mother?" Joe and Hailey had moved out, so seeing him here screamed 'another fight.' Typical. I tossed my coat onto the couch, not even bothering to hide my irritation. "That's still better than you as a father. Since Luca was born, you haven't held him once. "All you do is sit around with your feet up, throwing out cheap insults. "You barely make a dime, but you've got plenty of time for this nonsense." Joe's face went beet red, stunned by the clapback. "How dare you talk to me like that!"

" * After Dad was sentenced, Mom sent a paternity test report back to our hometown. She gave it directly to Grandma. That same day, she took me back there as well. When we arrived, we were greeted by the sight of Grandma and Denise viciously fighting each other. Mom let out a scoff, tears of bitter amusement slipping down her face. "She spent her whole life treasuring the daughter of a mistress," she muttered. "It's about time she knew what that feels like." With that, Mom pulled out her phone, removed the SIM card, and tossed it into the trash bin. Then she turned to me, her eyes softening into a smile. "Mary, let's go travel the world."

She decided to get out of her room, but to her dismay, just like before, that middle-aged maid, locked the door outside. She cursed the maid and kicked the door, yelling crazily, but no one seemed to have heard her. Feeling weak, Gerthel slouched to the floor and like a small girl, sobbed on her two palms. She suddenly missed the comfort of her mother. She sobbed more upon remembering her deceased Momma.

“Georgette, this is Grand Zelda, she is the priestess of the Moon and the foster mother of your father,” She looked at the old woman and spoke. “It’s nice to meet you, Grand Zelda, I am Georgette,” “Come here, my dear,” the old woman, lifting her one arm. Georgette gave her mother, a wary look before she stepped closer and took the hand of the old woman. The old woman sniffed her, and she took a whiff of the old woman’s scent. So aromatic and clean. Like a rain scent. She also closed her eyes. There was something with the old woman’s presence that made her tension and pain ease.

If I let that happen, I could never clear my name. “I’m not transferring a single cent to you. Unless, you can produce proof that my wedding gift is worth 880,000 dollars,” I said coldly. Then, Amelia spoke as if there were a few screws loose in her head. Her statements were totally ridiculous. “Jonathan, my mother would never lie to me. If she said she already gave you a wedding gift worth 880,000 dollars, that has to be it. “She’s just a simple countrywoman. She doesn’t understand all these tricks and schemes. She never thought you could be this wicked. How could she have deliberately kept any proof?”