Chapter 119: MRS. LEIGHTON
Greyson could only hold back his tongue when he heard that and the music ended. "You make it sound like you have been treated badly in our home."
"The fact that you still think what Dylan did was simply a ’mistake’ shows how messed up your concept of treating someone else is." Hazel took a step back. "I know a father who is willing to go through hell for their daughter, but you... you gave me that hell."
"You are being dramatic here."
Dramatic, huh.
"What Dylan has done was a great crime that cost me greatly, and you called it a mistake, and now when I told you how I feel, you call me dramatic." Hazel smiled softly at him; she tilted her head as she continued to speak. "I wonder what you would have done if my mother was treated the same way Dylan treated me."
She couldn’t use herself as the analogy, but she could use the only person that Greyson still cared about. As unbelievable as it sounded, Greyson still loved his wife dearly. Her mother was the only person who could make him see sense.
Hazel watched how anger built in Greyson’s eyes when the image sunk into his mind. She was right. This was the only analogy that could reach him.
However, before Hazel could hear what Greyson was going to say, someone had approached them, and this time, it was she who tensed up.
"Good evening, Ms. Rose, can I have a dance with you?" Arlo asked politely.
Hazel was shaken up a bit because Arlo was very close to her, and it still felt weird for him not to recognize her.
Yet, she composed herself pretty fast and returned the smile. "Mrs. Leighton," Hazel said softly to him. "I am Mrs. Leighton now."