Lucinda held onto the edge of the table tightly, her arms trembling in anger, and she glared pointedly at her son who seemed relaxed and unfazed.
Towards Noah, her son and first child, her feelings were complicated. While she held no love for him unlike her precious daughter who she cherished like a pearl in her palm, her heart still leaned towards him because he was her son.
Her buried motherly instincts still kicked in within her at his presence.
Especially now that he was alive and healthy.
At the same time, she could not accept how he undoubtedly treated and sided with those children like his family, acting like he had no family of his own.
''Noah, I understand that you hate us but we're still your family.'' Tears brimmed around her eyes once more. ''I'm your mother! How could you curse and treat me like this?!''
The sight of them could make one feel pity for her.
