The Old Madam's eyes flashed with disdain as she sneered, "If you want to eat eggs, go earn your own work points. Don't eat my grandson's. This is the last time."
"Understood." Storm Xavier was seething, but he didn't dare let it show. He was genuinely terrified of the Old Madam.
To this day, he still remembered the vicious look on her face as she personally broke both his legs. That was absolutely not the way a mother should look at her son. And yet, he was her biological son, a young master of the Xavier family.
Verna Golding shot him a disgusted glare before heading downstairs alone. 'Honestly, it would've been better if the Old Madam had just killed Storm Xavier.' She'd rather be a widow than have to see this man every day. Worse still was hearing the villagers gossip about his sordid affair with her own cousin. Every time she heard about it, her stomach churned with frustration.
