Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 8

So, even if this was all an act, she desperately wished for it to last a little longer.

Madeleine knew she couldn’t undo years of damage in a single day. But she had time.

She sat down beside Minerva and reached for Minerva’s plate

to serve her some soup.

Minerva snatched the plate back, horrified. “I’ll do it myself!

What if you try to poison me?”

“I’m not that terrible, am I?” Madeleine asked.

“You are! Ask Clarissa! You fed me jello when I was three, and I

almost choked to death!”

Clarissa offered an awkward smile.

“Maddie was inexperienced back then. She didn’t know jello

was dangerous for kids.”

But Minerva was unconvinced. She curled her lip, holding a

grudge.

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Having lived with Harold and Clarissa, she knew exactly how

terrible Madeleine could be.

Madeleine rarely visited, and whenever she did, she would

upset them, leaving a cloud of gloom for days.

Minerva loved them dearly, and for that very reason, she hated

Madeleine’s guts.

She didn’t believe for a second that Madeleine was here to

sincerely apologize.

After the meal, Minerva and Madeleine sat together on the

sofa.

Seizing the moment while Harold and Clarissa were washing

dishes in the kitchen, Minerva turned to Madeleine and asked

bluntly, “So, did you come back this time to get Harold and

Clarissa to pressure Roderick into giving you a divorce again?”

Madeleine was taken aback. “Did I do that before?”

“All the time,” Minerva stated flatly. “You’d throw a tantrum

every time you showed up, accusing them of blocking your path

to happiness.”

The more she said, the angrier she became.

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“You even burned their wedding photo, saying that if you couldn’t be happy, then they didn’t deserve to be either.”

Madeleine couldn’t suppress a sharp gasp.

It felt as though Minerva was describing a total stranger. She

refused to believe she had ever been so monstrous.

Someone must have transmigrated and taken over her body.

“Why aren’t you in school today?” she asked.

“I took the day off. I need to prepare for the city youth ballet

selection competition tomorrow.”

Minerva shot her an impatient look. “Instead of prying into my

business, you should be more concerned about your own.son.”

For a seven–year–old, she was remarkably eloquent.

Madeleine bit back a retort.

At twenty–six, she needed to project composure and elegance.

She folded her hands, adopting a deliberately mature

demeanor. “You do ballet, too? Are you any good?”

Minerva’s chin lifted with pride.

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“I just came second at the Forbis Youth Dance Competition last month.”

“Second?”

Minerva arched an eyebrow. “Yes. I’m the youngest runner-up this year.”

Madeleine sighed and shook her head, “How the generations have slipped. When I was your age, I was already an FYDC champion.”

“You?”

Clearly unconvinced, Minerva curled her lip and glanced at

Madeleine in contempt.

The Madeleine she knew was a lovestruck fool, obsessed with

a man named “Eddie” and spending money on bags and clothes

-hardly someone who attended to serious matters.

Madeleine could dance? And she was even the champion?

Yeah, right.

“Stop boasting. I don’t believe a word you say.”

Just then, Clarissa walked out of the kitchen with juice. “Mina,

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you’re mistaken about that,” she said with a smile. “Maddie

really was the champion that year.”

“Seriously?”

Minerva rose to her feet, her eyes wide. She fumbled for her phone, searched online for Madeleine’s award history.

After reading through the results, she took a deep breath.

“You actually won so many awards? That’s incredible!”

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