After dinner, Jerome stormed into the house. “Mom, Natalie causes a scene every time she goes to a party! Can you please stop letting her come? It’s humiliating!”
Wendy frowned. “What did she do that you found so humiliating?”
“She framed Dad!” Jerome declared, as if it were an obvious fact.
Wendy let out a cold laugh. “You say she framed him? What proof do you have?”
“Mom…”
“Don’t call me Mom. I don’t have a son like you. I’m going to divorce your father. You can go with him. I don’t want you anymore.” Wendy turned and started up the stairs.
Jerome was stunned. “Mom, what are you talking about? It wasn’t Dad’s fault! He was set up!”
Wendy stopped and turned back, her eyes red-rimmed. “Jerome, before you speak, before you act, you need evidence. What makes you so sure it was Natalie? Because someone called you and told you she drugged your father, and you just believed them?”
Jerome was speechless.
“It was Dad who called me! He said Natalie framed him.”
“Hah.” Wendy didn't say another word. After a few steps, she turned again. “You have a race in five days. Jerome, you will never be worthy of being Natalie’s brother. You’re only fit to be Joanna’s lapdog.”
Jerome’s eyes widened. Was this the same mother he’d always known? Had tonight’s events truly broken her?
“Mom, I…”
“I said, don’t call me Mom. The company is in crisis, and you refuse to help. You’re not worthy of being a son, either.”
Tears streamed down Wendy’s face as she continued up the stairs.


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