43: Angry Jeslyn

Angry Jeslyn

"Shut the f*ck up!" Jeslyn thundered. Her anger could not be suppressed. 2

"You raised him." She pointed at Valen while her eyes spat fire at Mulan. "Only a person like you could raise such a rotten kid–"

"Y–you," 

"Don't interrupt me when I'm talking!... " Jeslyn shut Mulan up.

 "Are you proud of a child like this? Do you call yourself a woman after inculcating such morals in him? A child who has no respect whatsoever. Are you happy that he only listens to you? Who are you to do that? Who gave you the right to ruin someone's child!" 

Ever since Jeslyn was born, she had never been this angry, nor had she ever let her anger consume her to this extent. She also didn't know why she was feeling this way.

"Who the hell are you!" Valen screamed. 

"Shut your little mouth and head to your room, right now!" Jeslyn roughly shoved the child to a maid who was staring at her like she had seen a demigod. 

The maid wasn't the only one who was that way. Every single person in the dining room was not left out. They were shocked into dumbness by Jeslyn's outburst.

Maverick had his sharp eyes on Jeslyn all through and when he saw her shove his son, he almost flew out of his seat. But seeing where the child was pushed to, he relaxed. 

"Send him to his room and take along his food too." She ordered the maid holding Valen. 

The maid turned her head robotically to know what Maverick would say. Seeing him nod, she also nodded like a soulless puppet. 

Jeslyn lowered her angry eyes at Valen. The child was still in stupefaction, he couldn't believe what was going on. 

"You naughty little thing, I seriously don't care if you cause trouble later, but you see those veggies that your papa asked you to eat, you should quietly eat them all. 

I have seen your ugly side and I tell you, mine is a lot worse than yours. You wouldn't want to taste it, now take him upstairs." 

The maid cautiously held Valen's little hand and hurried out of the dining room with a few other maids carrying the dishes with veggies along with them.

Once Valen was gone, Jeslyn turned to look at Maverick who was also staring at her. 

The silence in the dining room was enough to scare a ghost. 

"How could you?" Jeslyn asked but Maverick remained silent but his eyes never left her. 

Jeslyn turned to Rex who had his lips parted in amazement. 

"And you too, why would you let your nephew be raised like that?" 

"Eh… Ahem… Jeslyn, you see, there's a little, eh…" Rex stammered all through. How was he supposed to explain why Valen turned out to be like that? His brother wasn't saying a thing, so what can he say?

"You can't even explain," Jeslyn chuckled in rage. 

She turned to look at Maverick and pointed a finger towards the entrance. "That was your child, Mr. Maverick. He's just 6 years old but already knows how to use the 'f' word. I understand that this country is not for the weak, but Mr. Maverick, raising a child to become that way is not healthy for him and the society.

I'm very sure the little display he demonstrated a while ago is just the tip of an iceberg of what he's capable of." 

Jeslyn paused. She suddenly felt a sting in her eyes and a feeling she didn't know assaulted her heart. It was painful. It felt like she was betrayed. 

"I'm wholly disappointed in you, Mr. Maverick," she whispered in an awkward voice. It was obvious that a little push would make her tear up. 

"How dare you! Who do you think you are to butt into Mr. Maverick's–"

"Paah!"

Jeslyn turned around without a warning and sent a resounding slap across Mulan's face. 

"You don't interfere when I'm talking to my husband!" She yelled, prompting her emotions to spiral out of control. 

A tear slipped from her left eye and she wiped it furiously. She took a step to stand in front of Mulan who held her right cheek and was staring dazedly at Jeslyn. 

Jeslyn lowered her voice, hoping it was threatening and domineering enough before she said;

"You listen and listen well. I don't care who you are and what you are to the Lu brothers. In as much as I'm the madam of this house, and Valen is my stepson, you have no right whatsoever to butt in when I discipline Valen or talk to my husband. You get that?" 

Done talking, she patted Mulan on her left cheek before she shifted her gaze to Maverick who was equally looking at her. She glared at him before walking out of the dining room.

A long while later, Mulan came around from her reverie and pointed at the door. "M– Mr. Maverick, wh– what does she mean?"  

What was the meaning of 'my husband, Valen is my stepson, madam of the house?' What does that mean? Mulan refuses to believe that those phrases have the same meaning as what she already knew. It cannot be possible!

Maverick pursed his sexy pink lips while staring at the entrance. Nobody knew what he was thinking. 

A few seconds later, he got up and walked out. 

Mulan was still in disbelief. Her clear and pretty eyes slowly turned sparkling with liquid gathering in them. A blink would make the salty water run down her smooth cheeks.

"Y– young master Rex, wh– what is going on?" She turned to look at Rex. 

Rex sighed and got up from his seat. He walked up to Mulan and reluctantly patted her shoulder before saying;

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