"He's not answering my call, Your Majesty," Presley replied, lowering her phone to the table.
"Their official wedding date is out. I'll have to call him myself," Huxley stated, his brow furrowing as he looked at the document before him.
"But isn't it strange? Whenever I call Gideon, he hardly ever wants to reply to me," Presley asserted, lowering her gaze and pretending to feel crestfallen. "All I want is what is best for him."
"He ignores my calls too," Huxley answered with a heavy sigh. "Don't feel low. You know his nature. He has always been distant."
"Your Majesty, he has never considered me as his mother," Presley said, her voice trembling slightly with forced emotion. "If I had been evil, do you think I would have let him live? Not all stepmothers are bad. If anything, I have only prayed for his well-being. It's not wrong for me to desire the same good for him as I do for Ensley. They both are my sons, but Gideon always misunderstands my intentions."
