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My whole body went numb with rage when I heard their words! “She’s your mother too!” The entire crowd erupted in derisive laughter. “Has this woman lost her mind? Mrs. Roth is standing right here!” “Hilarious! First, her mom pretended to be Mrs. Roth. Now, she’s acting like she’s Miss Roth. Don’t these two have any shame?” Tarni looked at me with haughty disdain. “You poor thing. Did you never see your father growing up? “No wonder. Your mother’s a woman of loose morals. She doesn’t even know who your father is. That’s why she’s barking at my father like a mad dog!”

she said finally before leaving the room. She returned to her own room and lay on the bed. She stared at the ceiling as everything that had happened replayed in her mind. She wanted to leave. She was tired. Scared. But she also felt pity for the kids. She knew they weren’t bad—they just lacked attention and love. That’s why she wanted to change them, even in her own way, even for a short time. And she couldn’t leave. Kerill’s promise of one million pesos was a huge help. It was enough to reclaim the land they had sold to relatives, land that her mother had cared for long before her older brother was shot in Manila.

Tony's eyes turned red as he protested, "No, you're wrong. She's not my mom. My mom's name is Eloise." One of the parents clicked their tongue in disdain. "See? She's already corrupted him. He doesn't even recognize his own mother. When he grows up, he'll be an ungrateful brat. Ms. Yates, you and Mr. Gardner need to discipline this child properly." "Absolutely. My daughter would never dare act like this. Ms. Yates spoils him too much." "If you ask me, give him a good spanking right now. Once he learns his lesson, he'll behave."

"But that's not why I'm shaking." Her mother moved closer, that familiar look of gentle worry settling over her features. "Then what is it, baby? You're scaring me." Daggy opened her mouth to speak but the words stuck in her throat. Britty was watching her from the corner with those big brown eyes that looked so much like Dynan's it made Daggy's chest hurt, and she knew she couldn't keep running from this anymore. "The person who stopped those men," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was…. Mama, It was the Alpha."

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

"The nuns and teachers do all the hard work. All we do is fund it." Father returned her smile. "That must not be easy for a businessperson. Foundations can bleed money the longer you run them." Grandmother let out a small laugh, leaning back. "That’s why I’m a total failure as a businesswoman," she joked, her smile never wavering. As the conversation continued, Father subtly reached for Mother’s hand, startling her out of her reverie. She had been absently swirling her wine glass, clearly lost in thought. Mother blinked, startled, before offering a half-smile. "I'm learning a lot today," she said, her voice carefully measured. Her gaze flicked to Grandmother. "Seeing how the Group remains so

“Learning a lesson is not in your dictionary, Bree.” “Seven…” “You should know the kind of mother that you have.” “Eight… nine.” “Tut tut tut. Stubborn silly girl. Mommy is disappointed.” “Ten.”

All of us laugh, even Levi, who finally seems to have loosened up. Then, out of nowhere, Levi turns to my mother. "So, Darlene, Hailey tells me you run a fountain for single mothers?" I never told him that. Did he research my family? I'm almost impressed. Almost. Mum's face lights up. "I do! It's been running for years now, and I'm so proud of how far we've come." Her foundation means everything to her. Dad and I were there when she first had the idea five years ago, and couldn't be prouder of what she's built.

I was really shocked, because I expected her to blow her trumpet about stuffs like that, that's what these rich little brats do by the way. After going through the file Pablo sent, I wasn't a fool, I could put two and two together, but how accurate could I be. I wasn't living her life. But if my thoughts were in line, she hadn't led a happy life since the death of her mother, Mrs Claire Edward Monteiro. She named her foundation after her late mother. But then again, who was her sponsor? Such a young girl, whose family were going bankrupt couldn't earn so much as to finance an NGO. Not to talk of one that stands out so.

I wanted to refuse but I figured it would be rude considering the fact that she was entertaining me when she didn’t need to. “Your mother was an amazing person,” she began. “She was the kind of person that you met and couldn’t help but admire. She was fierce and smart and she had a heart of gold. I remember how she used to tutor the students who came from low-income backgrounds for free. She was also a fierce warrior. She could pin the average man to a mat in under five minutes.”