Although he said that, there was a flicker of panic in Keen’s eyes.
He remembered when he’d tried to give his mother a mug as a gift—she hadn’t taken it from him for a long time. In the end, it was Marvin who stepped in and accepted the present on her behalf.
In the past, his mom would have accepted a gift from him right away, then hugged him tightly, her face full of emotion and gratitude.
Marvin spoke up. “Ms. Pearce’s violin and even the clasp on her purse have this same mark. I heard her tell Mr. Wilkinson once—it’s her personal signature.”
“You’re lying!” Keen glared at him, his voice sharp. “Rachel would never do something like that!”
Marvin shot back, “So your precious Rachel isn’t like that, but Stella is?”
He knew very well that Stella still cared about Keen. After all, she had carried him for nine months and brought him into the world—how could she not care about her own son?
If Stella truly didn’t care, she never would have let Keen come inside. Knowing that she still kept a place for Keen in her heart, Marvin would never have been foolish enough to smash Keen’s mug and risk upsetting her.
He understood perfectly well: Stella didn’t want that mug. Honestly, who really wants a secondhand gift someone else has already used?
Marvin went on, “Keen, you can’t have everything in life. Between Stella and your Rachel, you’ll have to choose one.”
Confusion and hesitation flickered across Keen’s face, only to be quickly replaced by anger.
“You’re such a brat! Always trying to stir up trouble! I don’t believe a word you say!”
Marvin just shrugged. “Suit yourself. But don’t be surprised when I steal your mom away.”
Inside, Keen was already panicking, but his pride wouldn’t let him admit defeat.
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