Chapter 62: THE MARQUIS’ PLIGHT
"How many times have I told you to stay in this room? Do you want us to be chased out on the streets? Madam is already kind enough to allow me continue to live and work here even with a child and you’re not grateful. Why do you want to ruin things for me? Ugh! You are such a burden," Sana scolded, turning to look at the boy, and George noticed the boy flinch.
"I-I just wanted to play with the other children," Wade stammered out timidly.
Sana scoffed as if she found the boy’s words amusing. "You? Can you even hear yourself? You are without a father. How do you expect the other children to want to play with you?"
Wade remained silent, only looking down. But Sana continued.
"Now, listen here. I don’t want you disturbing the guests. I made a mistake. If only you had not been conceived. Maybe I should have just abandoned you, even better if I had sold you. At least you would have proved useful," she spat harshly as she placed down the container of rouge on the table.
She knew that he was a very smart child and would understand her words. She enjoyed hurting him.
Tears welled up in the eyes of the little boy. He couldn’t understand why his mother always said such harsh words to him.
His lips trembled as he whispered, "I wasn’t disturbing the guests m-mother, I only wanted t—" He was cut off by his mother’s shrill voice.
"Do not call me that!" And she raised her hand to hit him, making him recoil, but then she froze when she heard the door bang open.
"That is enough!"
Sana turned in shock to see a man standing at the door. She remembered him, and the face that bore a great resemblance to her son confirmed his identity.