Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 55

Chapter 0055

“I’ve known you for a while, Judy. You can’t bullshit me.”

“What do you expect me to say, Ethan? That I’m not okay? That my mother is depressed and barely eats? Isn’t this what you wanted? For me to suffer? So why are you acting like you care right now when we both know you don’t!”

“Judy!” My mother shrieked from the doorway, her eyes large and alert. “How dare you speak to him like that!”

“Mom…”

“He’s

going to be our Alpha, and he deserves our respect,” my mother continued to scold.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Montague. How about you go and sit on the couch? I’ll cook you some dinner,” Ethan offered.

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My mother beamed at him; the first smile I had seen from her in a while. Ethan always had a way bringing that out of her.

“How very thoughtful of you, Ethan,” she said sweetly. “Thank you.”

She gave me another look before she turned and left the kitchen. I spun around on my heel to glare at

him.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, my tone dry.

“Despite what you might think, I actually care about your mother and it’s hard to see her like this. It’s hard to see you like this too, Judy. Go into the living room and spend time with her. I’ll cook you both dinner and then afterward we can talk.”

I furrowed my brows at him, trying to figure out the gamme he was playing. But I was too exhausted to think too much about it, so I sighed and walked out of the kitchen. I didn’t bother telling him that I already ate dinner because then he would just ask me innecessary questions.

My mother was curled up on the couch, staring at a picture of my father with tears in her eyes. I saw beside her, and she was startled at my presence.

“Why can’t you just do what he wants so we can get your father back?” She asked me, taking me by surprise.

I looked at her in disbelief; if only she knew what it was he was asking me to do.

“Because we don’t need his help, Mom,” I told her for the hundredth time. “I have us covered.”

“How? That tutoring job is hardly enough to pay off your father’s debt,” my mother told me, her voice pleading. “We need him to come home, Judy.”

I covered my mother’s hands with mine, trying to provide her with some type of comfort.

“And he will,” I assured her. “I promise.”

Not before long, the room was filled with the scent of garlic from the pasta sauce. Had Ethan made pasta

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