Chapter 89
Carter frowned, cutting off the conversation. “Sharon, take a look at these photos first.”
Sharon lowered her gaze, flipping through them. “Yes. I made these for Matty.”
“Then what about him bullying Theo?”
Her brows shifted slightly. “These photos don’t have much to do with whether or not Matty bullied Theo.”
Carter caught the undertone in her voice-an unmistakable slant-and his expression turned cold.
“What are you saying? You think Theo is lying?”
“I’m saying, if we want to know who’s lying, we’ll need to look into it first.”
Her words were perfectly reasonable, but Carter had never liked Matty or his father. Sharon’s insistence on fairness didn’t sit well with him.
“Don’t tell me you don’t even believe your own son.”
“I never said that.”
His voice chilled further. “But you don’t believe him either, do you?”
Calmly, Sharon replied, “Theo is still young. He hasn’t developed a clear sense of judgment yet. We shouldn’t take the word of a child as absolute truth.”
Carter’s stare grew sharper, his tone clipped and heavy. “He’s not just any child-he’s your son.”
Sharon let out a quiet laugh. “And you’re my husband. Have you ever believed me?”
That caught him off guard. He opened his mouth, ready to say something, but she continued in a flat tone, “I’m not saying I don’t believe him. I just want to investigate before drawing any conclusions. Besides, when Kelly fell down the stairs, it was Theo who swore I pushed her.
“And what happened in the end? The truth was plain for everyone to see. Is it really so wrong for me to question his version of events?”
Carter couldn’t respond.
Even Theo, who had been full of righteous indignation moments earlier, lost a bit of his steam.
But Madeline had no interest in the details. Her tone brooked no argument. 1
“Sharon, I don’t care if you want to work or make money. Right now, I want you to quit that job! I hear that bastard-”
“Madeline,” Sharon cut in, her voice cool and even. “Matty is not some bastard. Please watch your words.”
Madeline clutched her forehead in frustration, rubbing her temples, too angry to speak.
Sharon turned toward Carter. “Can we talk about everything else after you release my friend?”
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He still looked displeased, but when he noticed his mother’s condition worsening-her old symptoms creeping in-he took a bottle of pills from his pocket and handed it to her.
“Mom, Sharon brought this medicine for you. Is it the kind you usually take?”
But Madeline only saw red. She hadn’t forgotten how Sharon had refused to deliver her medicine before, leaving her with days of splitting headaches.
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She snatched the bottle-and hurled it in Sharon’s direction.
Her hand clutched her forehead while the other pointed furiously at Sharon. “You think you can use medicine to control me? You’ve got the wrong idea! Let me tell you-this isn’t over. You’re not walking away from this today!”
The bottle exploded at Sharon’s feet. Shards of glass scattered everywhere. One fragment grazed her cheek, slicing the skin. A thin trail of blood began to drip down.
Pills rolled across the floor in every direction.
The room fell into a strange, tense silence. No one said a word.
Then, in a near-whisper, Denise spoke. “Mom… I think Sharon is hurt.”
Madeline actually laughed at that. “Guess the universe was watching. That’s karma for her-thinking she could puppet me with a handful of pills.”
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