Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 542

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Chapter 542: Information That Would Save Issac’s Life

An urgent knock rasped on Oma’s door, interrupting the quiet rhythm of her afternoon. With a resigned sigh, she set aside her embroidery and pushed herself up from her comfortable chair. The persistent pattern of knocking was all too familiar, and Oma could already guess the identity of the visitor—it could only be her daughter, Kayla. She had sent her on a simple errand, and Kayla should have returned by now. freёweɓnovel_com

Frowning at the impatience displayed by the repeated knocks, Oma called out towards the door, "I’m coming!" Her voice carried through the room, echoing off the walls, and she was relieved when the knocking finally ceased. Oma couldn’t help but shake her head at the lack of patience displayed by the younger generation.

With brisk steps, Oma crossed the room and pulled the door open, fully prepared to deliver a scolding to her daughter. However, her words caught in her throat as she found herself face to face with another unexpected visitor standing at the entrance—Anya.

Oma’s eyes widened, blinking once, then twice, as if unable to believe Anya was standing right in front of her. Then, a surge of anger overtook her, raw and unsaturated. The rage showed on her face, and the best way to express it would be to slam the door in Anya’s face. How dare she return here?!

Before Oma could carry out her anger, Anya swiftly reached out and caught the door before it shut. Confusion clouded her mind as to why Oma was furious with her, but recalling her last unsuccessful visit, she could only speculate that Maxi must have poisoned Oma’s mind with lies, manipulating her with ease. Oma was too soft and kind and it wouldn’t be too hard for that bitch to have her wrapped around her finger. She really hated Maxi!

"What do you think you’re doing?" Oma’s voice sliced through the air, icy and sharp, reminiscent of Aldric’s harsh winter winds. She cast a disdainful glance at Anya’s attempt to hold the door open, her anger palpable. If Oma could, she would have shattered those hands into pieces.

Anya trembled, feeling the intense hatred emanating from Oma’s eyes, her brows furrowed in confusion. She couldn’t comprehend what Maxi could have possibly said to turn Oma, who had cherished her since childhood, against her with such animosity.

Anya’s sharp mind quickly assessed the situation. She understood that Oma’s impatience would not tolerate questions about her sudden change in demeanor. Any inquiry might be perceived as disrespect. Anya knew she had to be direct. This was her opportunity to reveal the truth to Oma and potentially save Issac before it was too late.

"I need to tell you something," Anya urged, her tone urgent.

But Oma responded nonchalantly, "Not interested."

Anya’s eyes widened in shock. This was unprecedented. Oma had always been willing to listen to her before. Anya had believed everything was okay, but clearly, that was not the case anymore. Oma’s sudden animosity felt like a stab to the gut. Oma wasn’t her biological mother, but she had embraced that role in her life. So why was Oma treating her like this? How could she choose a stranger over her?

Anya refused to give up. Swallowing her pride, she took a step forward and pleaded with Oma. "Please."

Oma remained with her arms tightly wrapped around her chest, her stance unwavering as she stood in the entrance, her demeanor fierce. But when Anya begged her with desperation, Oma relented just a little. "Make it short," she said gruffly.

With a sigh of relief, Anya watched as Oma finally yielded, stepping aside to allow her entry into the house she knew like the back of her hand. She had been coming here since she was in diapers with Issac. It wasn’t just a feeling; it was her second home, until it wasn’t anymore. All thanks to Maxi.

In the living room, Anya found herself lost in admiration of the subtle changes made to the place since her last visit when Oma’s voice abruptly snapped her out of her reverie.