Chapter 170: You have a visitor
"You have a visitor, Holt," one of the guards announced with a serious look etched onto his face, his voice slicing through the noises that filled the stale air.
I watched as my mother walked out of the gate from behind and we locked eyes from a distance. Almost immediately, the hope that was once swirling in the depths of her eyes vanished and a frown crept onto her face to rest between her brows. Her eyes were narrowed into thin slits as she glared at me.
Despite the displeasure written all over her face, she marched over and sat before me, with only a piece of plastic separating us. Immediately, she picked up the phone and so did I.
Her voice was muffled as she spoke, but I could hear every word clearly. "What do you want?" She asked curtly, spitting the words out like they were poison in her mouth. "You came here to mock me? To laugh at me? Is that what this is about?" She questioned, her tone carrying a sharp edge to it as anger flashed past her dark green eyes.
A cold chuckle emerged from my throat as I kept my gaze steady.
"Well..." I drawled, dragging the word out as if I was savouring every syllable.
"I would be lying if I said I wasn’t," I remarked, letting a snicker escape through my parted lips. "I’m glad you got what you deserved."
I watched with great satisfaction as her blood boiled with anger and rage was pulsing through every single vein inside of her. She clenched her jaw tightly and impulse quickly clouded her judgement as she rose from her chair and slammed her palm against the barrier between us.
"How dare you!" She yelled.
The loud noise reverberated in the place, startling a few but I remained unfazed as I kept my eyes on her.
"Holt!" The guard called out, shooting her a stern glare as if to warn her not to misbehave. "Watch yourself."