Aaron Wyatt looked at her with deep, accusing eyes. "Annabelle Linton, you only care about your son! Hmph!"
Annabelle Linton had a preference for sour food.
She picked up a piece of pickled fish and put it in her mouth. The flavor was perfect, causing her pretty eyes to narrow in delight. "My son's last name is Linton, so of course I dote on him," she said, deliberately provocative. "Was I supposed to dote on you instead?
Did you think giving him an English name without my permission means he's no longer a Linton?"
"Hmph!" Aaron Wyatt glared at Annabelle Linton indignantly. "You're so heartless. For the last three years, I've been both a mother and a father to your son, waiting on him hand and foot. And now? You've got your son, so you've forgotten all about me! You're so ungrateful!"
"Aren't you a little old to be getting jealous? How childish."
"Annabelle Linton, I'm not talking to you anymore!"
