Can’t Win Me Back

Tatiana felt like she was being plunged into an icy abyss, with a hurricane of cold sweeping through her chest. The flush of embarrassment on her cheeks drained away, leaving her face pale.

As she looked into Sinead's tear-filled eyes, she saw through her pretense and detected the disdain in her heart.

In the past, she might have turned and fled, hiding in a corner and wallowing in self-pity and tears. But this time, an inexplicable courage surged within her—a courage to face the Lynches directly.

She loved Sean. That was all.

Was love wrong? Why should she bow down to them?

If she ran away in disgrace now, wouldn't she be tacitly agreeing that what Sinead said was true?

"Ms. Tatiana, do you understand what I'm saying?" Sinead still appeared frail and helpless, but her tone was icy.

Sean's shoulders trembled with anger. The veins in his neck bulged as if about to burst. "You can vent your anger at me! How dare you speak to the woman I love like this? What has Taty done to deserve this treatment from you?"

how dare you speak to your mother like that? This is

the abrupt transformation of his usually obedient and considerate youngest son, who now found

hearts, was too intimidating. She had

with anger. Gritting her teeth, she glared at Tatiana. "What did I do? I was

Mr. Taylor and Lyla's daughter. Even though you're not born to his first wife like Alyssa, you're still his flesh and blood.

go. You shouldn't force him to choose between love and family or

Sinead's face gradually blurred. Was this the same

possessiveness and

this maternal

Spencer's pupils contracted slightly.

this, how could the Lynch family save their dignity? How could Sean