Mr. Norman, She's Out of Your League Now novel Chapter 39

Lydia lost her composure in an instant. She stormed forward and smacked Charlotte's hand away with a sharp flick.

"What do you think you're doing? Who gave you permission to touch him?" she snapped.

They had arrived too suddenly, and the door had been left slightly ajar. Charlotte, too focused on treating Brian, hadn't noticed anyone come in.

The shove caught her completely off guard. Her hand was forcefully knocked aside, and she stumbled back, nearly losing her balance before catching herself. She looked up, straight at Lydia's face.

The sight brought a rush of memories crashing over her.

Back at the Perry residence, Lydia had constantly smeared her name, hiding behind a mask of false pity while turning everyone else against her with whispers and sneers.

The humiliation, the loneliness—it all came roaring back. The feeling still made Charlotte sick to her stomach.

Charlotte's expression darkened while her eyes were filled with a sharp, simmering hatred. "Can't you see I'm treating him? If your vision's that bad, maybe you should donate your eyes."

Lydia froze, finally noticing the silver acupuncture needles protruding from Brian's back.

She was treating him?

Though Brian couldn't see, the sounds in the room told him enough. His tone turned sharp. "Lydia, what the hell are you doing? Who told you you could just barge in here?"

His anger hit her like a slap. Lydia panicked and quickly tried to explain. "I-I'm sorry, Brian. I didn't mean to... I just saw her touching your back, and I…"

Brian's frown deepened, and his eyes were clouded with irritation.

Charlotte's face hardened further. This was yet another person she couldn't stand.

Her thoughts drifted to the way she had been treated back when she was Brian's wife—the cruelty, the cold stares, the cutting remarks. She had put up with it all in silence. But not anymore.

She wasn't the same woman who'd once been pushed around by this family. And she certainly wasn't going to be disrespected—not when she had been invited here to treat Brian.

Who were these people to question her?

Her icy gaze sharpened, and she was about to speak up, ready to put them in their place. But before she could say a word, Kayden's furious, high-pitched voice cut through the tension.

"Apologize to Pretty Ma'am, right now!" Kayden glared at Lydia with his face scrunched in fury. Despite his childish tone, his words carried the weight of someone who meant every word.