Mother Of Learning Patreon Novels & Stories

Charles rebuked. She threw him a hard glare. “Stay the hell out of this. Where exactly did I go wrong in training you? How can you be so proud of falling pregnant for someone else when you are married? Isn't that so absurd? Is this what you have been taught?" Clenching her fist angrily, Chloe gritted. "I would like that you rephrase that statement you just made. You didn't lift a finger when it comes to raising me. Dad provided the money and aunt Desire did her best for me by standing in place of a mother. You aren't half the mother my godmother is—“

“Yes, yes, I know Patrick, I know everything, at your twenty you can't stay here anymore. By working as a courier for the Inquisition, you can pay for your studies. - Don't worry mom, it will take a couple of years, especially since I already play well, I will practice hard. - Oh, you play divinely, if only your father could see you. The woman was in tears. Remember, son, everything I told you, and never be alone at night in the forest. - Mom again, you tell me these tales about werewolf people and other evil spirits, I'm no longer a small child. The woman looked into her son's eyes. “Patrick, these are not fairy tales. This is serious. Always remember this. The time will come, and you yours

"Tell me." "I want to learn everything," she said, her hands gesturing with excitement. "I want to study the science of gemstones.My mother was a genius, but she was stopped before she could reach the top. I want to be better. I want to be so prominent and so skilled that I’m untouchable in this country."

Zach delivered, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly cold register. The woman scathingly examined both Zach and Cyan from head to foot, her lip curling. "Ah, no wonder your daughter acts like an unhinged animal. Look at the two of you—you're entirely too young. You clearly haven't the slightest clue how to properly discipline a child! Furthermore, do you even possess a single clue as to who we are? Our families are the primary financial benefactors of this elite academy!" she boasted loudly.

A former textile engineer who had been made redundant at forty-seven and had decided, with the specific determination of someone with nothing left to protect, to become the designer she had spent twenty years supplying fabric for. Leo welcomed them without a speech. He had thought about a speech and had written one and had read it back and heard in it the quality of someone performing gratitude on behalf of an absent person, which was not what the evening was for. Instead he stood at the front of the room and said: this scholarship exists because my mother was thirty years old and had nothing and needed a door to be open, and the right door opened for her at the right moment, and everything

He raised a question. His question made her raise her head from his shoulder. She looked straight into his eyes, wanting to dig deep. “What do you mean, sir?” “I will repay your mother's favor through you.” He proclaimed. She frowned her forehead. “My mother's favor?” She repeated his words in a confused tone. “Patricia, right in front of you now, is the old man, president Jackson Matthew, the CEO of Ivy global organization,” he introduced. “Also, I am your mother's old friend, who owes her all his wealth. She is behind the success of the Ivy organization.”

he suggested. “In memory of one of our most generous patrons: Joanna Staten Wilson, who made the children’s section of this library possible,” I read aloud. “My mother gave money to the library. How wonderful!” “Yes, she was,” Victor agreed. “Just like her daughter.” I blushed and changed the subject. “Let’s see if we can find anything on Arthur Wilson.” As we walked around the stacks, I couldn’t stop thinking about my mother and wondered what other causes she contributed to in the area.

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Rachel felt a pang of anger at her mother's dismissal, but she bit her tongue, knowing that she had to tread carefully if she wanted to keep her mother's support. "Mom," Rachel said, her voice shaking, "I know it's hard for you to understand, but I need you to trust me." Rachel took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "James isn't just my teacher. He's the first person who's ever truly seen me, who's ever made me feel like I matter." Rachel reached out, her hand trembling as it hovered over her mother's, willing her to understand.

As they argued from the hotel back home, the atmosphere grew colder and heavier. Mom kept talking, recounting her years of suffering and love for him. "Liam, do you even realize how much I've sacrificed for you over the years?" Mom sobbed uncontrollably. This was a moment of utter defeat and vulnerability I had never seen from her before. "You've always been my priority; I don't even think about anything else! Is this how you repay me in the end?" Mom clutched Dad's collar, crumpling it in the process. Even so, Dad remained motionless as he stood there cold and detached while Mom screamed her heart out.