Chapter 73: So what I did it?
Third Person POV
His tone was sharp as he glared at his mother with a fiery blaze burning in the depths of his dark eyes. Deep down, he knew the answer, now that he was calmer and he had the time to think things through on the drive here.
He watched as his mother’s eyes grew wide within the next second as she stared at him with disbelief written all over her face. She exhaled deeply, letting out a breath.
"So that’s why you came back to see me..." She muttered under her breath, a bitter smile forming on her lips. "I should have known better, what did I expect?" She asked, the words leaving a sour taste in her mouth.
But Xavier knew better than to entertain his mother’s antiques. This was her way of trying to guilt trip him and gain his sympathy. In the past, he used to fall for it, but as he grew older, he knew that she was just trying to play the victim and tug at his heart strings, making him feel bad about something that was not even his fault.
A cold chuckle left his lips. "I know what you are trying to do, mother," he sneered. "It’s not going to work this time. I’m not a kid anymore, I’m 29. Just tell me, did you frame her or not?" He questioned, despite already having the answer himself.
She let out a loud scoff, another humourless chuckle escaped from her parted lips.
"What made you think that I framed her? Why would I do that? Did she say that I framed her, that I was the one who put the cheque into her purse?" She shrieked with a disdainful scorn, her sharp voice piercing through the air as her eyes were filled with contempt for Aurelia.
SIlence lapse between them for a while and it finally clicked inside his head as realisation washed over him. He was certain for now, even if he wasn’t before.
"I didn’t say anything about a cheque, mum," he deadpanned. "So it really was you. Aurelia didn’t take the money you offered for her to leave me."
A flustered look crossed her face for a split second but quickly was replaced with anger as she changed the topic effortlessly.