The Browns were really giving Jason a hard time, and the dinner table felt like a pressure cooker ready to blow. Isla was too scared to speak, and Alisa gave her a knowing look to go upstairs and stay out of the adults' business.
Watching the Browns gang up on Jason, Clarissa wasn’t about to keep quiet. “Listen up, Daniel, Malia,” she said, her tone unwavering. “You can't force love. They're young, and let's be real, Alisa isn’t exactly pure as the driven snow. My son’s the one who's been wronged here. Jason doesn't even have a girlfriend, and from what I hear, it all happened when they were both drunk. You can't just blame him for everything. My son’s been there for you for years, and now you’re acting like he owes you something?”
Clarissa was fierce, standing up for her son with everything she had. Alisa’s eyes filled with tears at the sharp truth in Clarissa’s words, which cut deep but were undeniable. Daniel slammed his hand on the table, his anger boiling over. “You think we're leeching off Jason? Have a heart, Clarissa. Your son got involved with my daughter-in-law, and my son gave his life to save yours. We buried our child, and now you’re saying it was a mistake? That we saved an ungrateful kid?”
Jason frowned, the memory of Will’s death still a painful thorn in his side. Clarissa wasn’t backing down either. “Who asked your son to play the hero? Mine was wearing a bulletproof vest; he’d have been fine even if yours hadn’t jumped in. And I hear your son wasn’t even supposed to be on that mission. Why was he there? Seems to me he was just reckless, dragging my son into it. Your whole family is just trying to pull a fast one on him.”
With that, Clarissa inadvertently exposed the Browns’ true motives. The Browns were left speechless, their faces turning red with anger and embarrassment. Just as Jason was about to speak up, Clarissa suddenly felt dizzy, her vision blurring, and she collapsed onto the floor. The medication had kicked in, and her heightened emotions only sped up its effect. “Mom!” Jason shouted, rushing to her side. He tried to revive her but got no response, so he quickly picked her up and headed for the hospital.
“Mom,” Anastasia spoke gently as she approached. “You’re back,” Katelyn said, quickly wiping her tears. She caught the scent of alcohol on Anastasia and gently scolded her, “You reek of booze again. Go shower before you hold the baby. Remember, don’t suffocate the child with that smell.”
Anastasia had indeed had a drink. She wanted to hold Nancy, but hearing Katelyn’s words, she held back. “Alright, I’ll clean up first,” she said, playfully wiggling her fingers at Nancy. “Hey, sweetie, did you miss Mommy?” Despite her busy schedule, Anastasia managed to see her babies more often these days, and the bond was growing. Nancy reached out happily, wanting Anastasia to hold her, but Katelyn pulled Nancy back slightly. “Nancy, Mommy needs to freshen up first. Let’s go find your sister with Grandma.”
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