"Did you just yell at me?" Angelina's eyes widened, tears falling heavily as she looked at Alaric with disbelief and deep sorrow.

Her son, whom she had cherished and raised with all her love, the son for whom she had made countless plans and sacrifices, had raised his voice against her!

Angelina felt as if her heart was shattered, her years of hard work and dedication crushed to dust, leaving her in profound agony.

With tears streaming down her face, Angelina nodded, "Oh, so you're all grown up now, spreading your wings, even learning to yell at your own mother, Alaric. How could you treat me like this?"

Realizing that his words had genuinely hurt Angelina, Alaric blinked, moving closer to try and explain, "Mom, I—"

"Don't call me mom!" Angelina choked up. "I don't have a son like you!"

What's all this shouting about?" Remington Falconer

in tears and Alaric looking defeated, Remington sighed and said to Angelina, "Alaric's finally home for a few days, and this is how you greet him? Can't you sit down and talk things out without making a scene? He's your only son; do you really want to cut ties

unbearable, acting on his own

I've told you, stop bad-mouthing Hertha," Alaric, initially feeling guilty for raising

furious, about

a stern voice, intervened, "Enough, everyone, come sit down at the coffee

sat on the couch, and

lost, clenched the

what are you standing around for? Come sit," Beatrice

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