Chapter 87: Mother knows best (3)
Rachel frowned, taken aback by Beatrice’s response, which was unnecessary. "Wasn’t that a bit too far? I was only trying to offer you advice so your son would not have a little bastard running through his manor or you would not have to send the child far away so Rafael’s future wife would be comfortable. You know how the story goes."
Beatrice smiled, amused by the fact that Rachel believed Rafael would have a bastard. At some point, she wished he would just mess up once and give her a grandchild, but she raised him well. "I would like for you and your daughter to stop worrying about who my son spends his time with and what will become of him in the future."
"Whoever Rafael marries and has a child with is none of your concern," said Beatrice.
"Typical," Rachel scoffed, looking off to the side, rolling her eyes at Beatrice. "It is always mothers like you who don’t lecture their sons about sleeping around with their maids, and then the wives have to deal with it."
"I don’t care what your husband or any other husband that is not mine does. I raised my son well. It is too soon to forget that your daughter wanted to strip in front of my son, and he turned her away. I am not the one who needs to be questioned about how I raised my child. I question what you have taught your daughter for her to be so desperate," Beatrice argued, getting worked up as the words came out.
"Desperate?" Rachel repeated, offended that Beatrice could call her daughter desperate. "Delilah is anything but desperate."
"There were a few other words I wanted to use, but I would rather not use them so early in the morning. Believe me, I am quite close if you keep trying to tell me what to do with my son. Your daughter will never marry my son, so who he entertains will never be your concern. Your time has come to an end. Please leave," Beatrice said, standing up to guide Rachel out of her home.
"I should have expected this from you. It’s been some years since you’ve been a proper lady. Running away with a man who could not afford to take of you for a day-"
"And yet life changed for you to have been pushing your delusional daughter to marry my son. Those insults won’t work on me, Rachel. I’ve heard plenty of them. You know, it is fascinating that you always complain about your husband’s interest in your maids, and then you sit here, judging the choice I made to be with a man who loves me. To think you are in a better situation than me," Beatrice said, shaking her head as she laughed.