Chapter 130 A Twenty–Three–Year–Old “Kid”
Hazel had been pampered by Shawn since she was young, and now she had no intention of stepping back.
Finished
I stood quietly by the side, saying nothing and choosing not to argue with her. After all, the more I said, the worse it could get. They were family, and I was the outsider. If the argument escalated, it would only hurt me.
In an instant, Hazel’s tears fell. With a grievance look, she turned to Shawn and said. “Since you got married, you don’t love me anymore. You only love her.”
Susanna, completely taken aback, quickly grabbed her daughter’s arm and said, “Hazel, what are you arguing about? Shawn is married, of course he has to love his wife. Youll get married one day too, and you’ll find a husband who loves you. What’s the big deal?”
“I don’t want to“” Hazel sobbed. “She’s not good enough for you. I can’t stand her. Shawn, she can’t even give you a son. Why are you still defending her? You should just find someone else, someone like this parasite-
“Hazel, don’t make me slap you. Shawn’s face darkened, his gaze fixed sternly on Hazel.
Hazel was dumbfounded, her face flushing all kinds of emotions before going blank, speechless.
I watched from the sidelines, thinking. As expected, there is truth in the saying, the more you speak, the more mistakes you make. If I were to argue with Hazel now, I’d be the one getting scolded
As long as I remained silent. I would be the one in the right. So, it seemed that arguing was an art form, requiring skill.
Suddenly, Hazel rushed at me and shoved me forcefully. Tiffany, it’s all your fault! I hate you!”
I lost my balance and toppled backward, but thankfully, the sofa caught me, leaving me dazed and momentarily stunned.
Shawn hurried over to help me up, then turned sharply to Hazel, his gaze icy. Three years abroad, and you still haven’t fixed that nasty temper. Instead, you’ve only made things worse. If you disrespect Tiffany again, you know the consequences.”
Hazel stood there, sturned–her face a mix of anger and fear, her eyes brimming with tears.
Susanna was dumbfounded. She went over, patting Hazel’s arm. Why are you picking on Tiffany! You’re not married, you don’t understand what a family is all about. Someone works, someone stays home. Tiffany may not work, but she’s great in every other way. Stop finding fault with her. Come on, let’s go back
Mom, why does everyone think I’m the one causing trouble? Look at her–side from pretending to be innocent and pitiful. what else is she good for?” Hazel snapped, pointing at me.
Well, she wasn’t wrong. I was deliberately pretending to be pitiful, and it was an effective way to get under people’s skin.
“Hazel, you…” Shawn’s temper flared.
“Hubby” I quickly gralabed Shawn’s arm and quietly said, “Don’t scold her. She’s right. I’m like a parasite–lazy and without self–respect
My eyes welled up, and I quietly added, “Tll change slowly
“Tiffany, what are you pretending for?” Hazel snapped, her anger rising. “You want to be like Queena, a successful, career- driven woman? Dream on. You’re always comparing yourself to others, but you’re not even in her league.”
Smack! Shawn suddenly stood up, and before I could even grab his arm, he slapped Hazel across the face.
Susanna, shocked by her son’s action, stared wide–eyed and yelled, “Who is Queena?
Terrified. Yuna hugged herself and curled up.
Chapter 130 A Twenty Three Year Old Kid”
This time, Hazel seemed intimidated by Shawn’s glare. She staggered back, covered her face, and laurst into tears, munning out of the room.
Susanna pointed at Shawn, as if silently insisting he explain himself.
But she didn’t have time to ask, turning to follow Hazel, Shawn stood by the door, his hands on his hips, staring out into the dark, clearly frustrated.
Mona, seizing the moment, stepped in and led Yuna upstairs.
I stayed where I had fallen, leaning against the cushions, still in the same position after Hazel had shoved me
Shawn walked over and quietly asked, “Did it
I shook my head. No, it didn’t hurt physically, but my pride was wounded.
I’m sorry, I didn’t realize Hazel had such a strong issue with you. I’ll talk to her later, Shawn apologized, clearly frustrated.
It’s fine,” I murmured, sitting up and quietly heading upstairs.
Shawn followed me to the stairs, looking up at me as he said, “Hazel is still a kid. She speaks without thinking. Don’t take her
words to heart.”
I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. A 23–year–old “kid“? How could Shawn have the nerve to say that?
“I’m not taking it to heart. I’m just a little tired, I muttered, lowering my voice before striding up the stairs.
