Love from My Dominant Boss

Likewise, Michael kept his head down and simply kept eating without any intention to talk to me.

After finishing his meal, he put on his shoes and left without even a glance.

When we were in bed earlier, he still treated me gently. As such, I was deeply disappointed by his abrupt change in behavior.

Losing all my appetite, I silently tidied up the dining table before heading to the hospital alone.

Since Michael had already left, there was no reason left for me to stay here. Besides, I was still utterly concerned about Steven.

When I arrived at his ward, Steven had already woken up while my mother was feeding him chicken stew. Even though his operation was successful, he still looked frail.

The moment I stepped into the ward, they simply glanced at me without saying a word. My mother’s gaze on me was extremely cold.

Their behaviors were reasonable as Steven was in terrible shape. Thus, I forced myself to look past their icy attitude and walked over to my mother before reaching out to get the stew in her hand.

“Mom, you’ve been up the entire night. Let me take care of Steven. You should get some rest with Dad.”

Staring at me angrily, she pushed me away without a word.

I lifted my head and stared at her, sadness engulfing me. But before I could open my mouth, she spoke in an accusatory tone.

are you here? Is it not enough what you’ve

was the one who got into the gambling

as my eyes brimmed with tears while staring at my mother. “Mom, why are you putting all the blame on me? Steven has completed the operation,

she said about me, but she had crossed the

did pay for the operation, but where did you get that money? Didn’t you say that you have no money? The operation cost around a hundred thousand,

her at all. On the contrary, she

“I…”

with Michael. How could I be honest and say that the money came from a man because I slept with him? How could I live with dignity in front of my

along, didn’t you? You just didn’t want to help your brother. If you

like a sharp knife, leaving

for the money, yet my

kind of person I was in her eyes. Didn’t she see

to

looked her in the eyes calmly. I really could not wrap my head around how she was treating me. It was

too. How could you discriminate

the care for Steven only exceeded mine just for a little. But as time went by, I found

raising you? Isn’t it reasonable for you to help the family financially? How could you think

mother did not seem to show any sign of compassion for me. Her gaze toward me was