Chapter 53: Exorcist
"Are you not going to explain yourself?" Zahn asked, his tone cold and exasperated.
He wasn't asking what happened or what went wrong. But like an interrogation, he wanted her to explain herself.
So, in his heart, he had already decided she was guilty.
Lianna knew she shouldn't expect anything from this man. She had long accepted that he didn't love her. She had always known that, between her and his mother, she would forever be the one in the wrong.
She had believed herself numb to emotional and psychological pain by now, but even so, in this moment, her chest still felt unbearably heavy.
"Explain myself?" Lianna repeated, her voice laced with sarcasm and quiet self-deprecation. "What exactly do you want to hear?"
Zahn Neri frowned, clearly surprised—and irritated—by her tone. "Lianna, my mother is old. You should be more patient and understanding. If she really couldn't help herself and ate some peaches, just watch over Sean and make sure he doesn't eat any. Is that really so difficult?"
Patient and understanding?
Right. For the past four years, since she entered the Neri household, his mother had treated her like her personal servant—constantly at her beck and call and a scapegoat for every little mistake in that house.
Lianna had endured it all for her son, and out of a naive hope that someday, Madam Neri would come to accept her. Yet all she received in return was nothing but disdain and contempt.
Was it hard to look after her own child?