Evelyn had planned to tear into Nadine as soon as she saw her. Whether she was willing to plead Gigi's case or not, Evelyn would curse her out until she agreed to do it.
But as it turned out, Nadine wasn't in the bedroom where Brad now sat. The bed they used to share had been tossed out. Everything in the room had been changed, and it no longer looked the way she remembered.
As soon as she spotted Brad on the couch, she changed her tune. She pretended as though she was just there to see Nadine, and she didn't mention how she had been yelling outside just a moment ago. The last thing she wanted was for Brad to settle the score with her later.
Even though her tone was calm and her attitude seemed gentle, the hostility in Brad's eyes didn't fade. It was evident that his mother didn't take Nadine seriously at all when she yelled for her through the door.
The only reason she could treat Nadine that way was because there was no one in this house who would stand up for her.
His gaze hardened when he thought about that. He was so glad Nadine wasn't in the bedroom. Otherwise, she would've been woken up by his mother for sure.
"It's late. What do you want with her at this hour, Mom? If it's really that important, I'll relay the message for you." His voice was calm, but his eyes were cold and impatient as he stared at Evelyn. It made his impassive face look even colder and solemn—like he didn't want anyone to get close.
He had gone to great lengths to convince Nadine to stay, and nothing—not even God—could interrupt her rest that night. Brad would make sure of it.
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