I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 123

Victoria cast a glance at Harold. She knew exactly what he was referring to—Mother's Day.

That day, the two families had gotten together to celebrate the holiday for her and Eleanor. In reality, it was just an excuse to ease the mounting tension between the two households.

The Memorial Day Weekend had ended in disaster. The two kids had been at each other's throats ever since, but both sets of parents had two decades of friendship under their belts and didn't want to sever ties over their children's drama.

After dinner, they had sat in the living room chatting. Luke announced he was going to the garden for a smoke, and Eileen followed him out shortly after.

Worried they would start fighting again, Victoria waited a few minutes before following them.

Just as she approached the rose trellis, Victoria heard Eileen sneer, "Doesn't it make you sick thinking about her writhing under someone else? You love nature so much, why don't you just let her make a complete fool of you while you're at it?"

Victoria had wanted to run over and clamp her hand over her daughter's mouth. But just as she stepped forward, Harold appeared out of nowhere, grabbing her arm and signaling her to stay quiet.

Through the gaps in the leaves and petals, both of them saw the icy, repugnant glare Luke shot at Eileen.

Under the warm May sun, the frost in Luke's eyes sent a visceral chill down Victoria's spine. She glanced at Harold. His usually unreadable face was grim, his eyes filled with an emotion too complex for her to decipher.

But Victoria didn't have the energy to care about Harold's feelings right then; she was entirely consumed by worry for her daughter. Her foolish girl was burning every single bridge she had.

Jealousy and resentment had completely eradicated Eileen's common sense. With words like that thrown out in the open, there was truly no way the two of them could ever be together.

Luke forced himself to stay until Arthur and Eleanor announced they were leaving. Aside from a slightly softer expression when bidding the parents goodbye, his face remained a mask of stone the entire time.

The second he stepped out the door, he took massive strides, looking desperate to escape the premises.

Eileen watched him leave without a backward glance, then sprinted back to her room and slammed the door shut with terrifying force.

Hearing the loud crash, Victoria furrowed her brow.

That night, she stayed in her daughter's room for a long time, trying to have another heart-to-heart. "How could you say something so awful? You aren't pulling him back; you're violently shoving him away."

"Being nice didn't work! I coaxed him, I begged him, I threatened him—nothing worked. If we can't go back to how things were, then I want him to hurt just as much as he's making me hurt!"

Words weren't enough to express Eileen's fury. She hurled her pillow onto the floor and, still unsatisfied, stomped on it viciously.

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