Leon’s mother could hardly believe it, these words ca from Leon’s mouth?
He was her most proud son, the most outstanding heir cultivated by the Kane family, how could he describe himself using the insulting term "clingy"?
Leon’s mother felt her blood pressure rising, she simply couldn’t accept how Leon had changed after being with Ivana, even she, his mother, found him unfamiliar.
"You... you..." Leon’s mother pointed at him, wanting to slap him hard to wake him up, but looking at his handso face, she couldn’t do it. He was the son she had loved and cared for since he was a child!
Her fingers trembled, eyes full of anger, so red with fury, absolutely heartbroken that her iron had turned to rust.
Leon feared his mother might get seriously ill from anger, he walked to her side, placed his hands on her shoulders, and began rubbing them, trying to soothe her emotions.
"Mom, please don’t be angry. Ian is in the next bedroom, he hasn’t slept yet, you wouldn’t want him to worry about Grandma, would you?"
Hmph!
Leon’s mother scoffed inwardly, now only Ian would worry about her as Grandma, Leon, her son, was already a lost cause, possessed by that vixen.
She would be driven mad by him sooner or later.
Shutting her eyes, Leon’s mother let him massage her shoulders, gradually relaxing her tense emotions.
She couldn’t afford to collapse from anger now; collapsing would an that vixen Ivana would win; she had to hold out, there was a tough battle ahead with Ivana.
Leon rubbed her shoulders for ten minutes, seeing her emotions stabilize, he gently said, "Mom, I understand your point. You want to marry soone who would be devoted to you and treat Ian like her own child."
Suddenly opening her eyes, Leon’s mother solemnly replied, "Glad you know, Ivana is not that kind of woman. I hope you give up the idea of marrying her early; with her, you lose , with , you lose her."
Here we go again.
Leon felt tired, his mother’s bias against Ivana went too deep.
Leon asked, "What if Ian is willing to accept her?"
Her heart jolted, expression a bit dazed. She didn’t believe it; Ian was difficult to accept others, especially Leon’s partner.
She would always rember the first ti Ian asked her, "Where is my mommy?"
She couldn’t respond, could only fabricate a lie, thinking she could muddle through, but Ian fell silent for hours, not saying a word.
She tried various thods to engage him, all to no avail, she almost cried in desperation.
Hours later, Ian finally uttered, "I don’t want mommy anymore."
At that ti, she didn’t take it seriously, imrsed in the joy that Ian spoke. It was later that she understood what Ian ant by not wanting a mommy anymore.
Not wanting a mommy ant rejecting Leon’s remarriage.
Over the years, she naturally considered Ian’s feelings. Any woman Ian didn’t accept would be blacklisted by her; to beco the Kane family daughter-in-law, one must treat Ian as her biological son.
Regarding Leon’s marriage, she put Ian first, not herself.
"Don’t think just because you bring up Ian, I will believe you, and relent. No way." She didn’t trust Leon, thinking he was going mad wanting to marry Ivana, even saying such amateur lies?
Leon felt helpless, saying it was pointless, he needed an opportunity to make her see Ian truly accept Ivana; perhaps then she would change her view of Ivana.
Seeing Leon silent, she felt he was guilty.
She scoffed inwardly, don’t think that just because she’s older, she’s senile. She was only sixty-three this year; living until eighty is no problem, not easily senile.
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Leon didn’t stay, Ivana could finally work overti. She waited for Timmy to fall asleep and took the unfinished autumn outfit from under the bed’s pressure rod.
Ivana finished the autumn outfit, and dawn broke.
Stretching her arms to relieve tension in her weary body.
Though sleepless all night, her body exhausted, her spirit was good; having completed the last autumn outfit, she could finally relax and give it her all for the fashion show.
The clock pointed to seven.
Timmy woke up.
Ivana took him to Wellbright Kindergarten, then brought the completed autumn outfit to the company.
Around ten in the morning, Leon called, asking if she had ti in the coming days?
Ivana was so busy she couldn’t even spare ti to sleep, her mind was terribly foggy, the fashion show approaching, where would she find the ti?
Directly saying there was no ti recently.
Leon listened and frowned, "Please arrange so ti, within these days."
Ivana was puzzled, she just said she had no ti! Did he not hear? So, asking again for a ti?
Holding her heavy forehead, feeling rather troubled, "Leon, I really have no ti, the company is too busy recently; can we wait until I finish this period?"
He didn’t say what it was about, just ntioned, "No good, my matter is also important, cannot delay; if you’re short-handed, I can transfer so staff to help you."
She rolled her eyes, please! Kane Group’s industry didn’t even correspond with hers.
Even if it did, Ivana wouldn’t gamble "GK Trend," let him send people to carry her new autumn outfit to the fashion show.
This had to be done personally; it was a matter of "GK Trend’s" survival.
Politely declining Leon over the phone, "No, thank you."
Once done, Leon remained silent.
She waited, still no response; she said, "If it’s nothing else, I’ll hang up."
Hung up.
Rubbing her exhausted temples, he must be angry again; she really didn’t have the energy to cater to his mood, if he wanted to be upset, there was nothing she could do.
By the afternoon, Ivana couldn’t bear it anymore.
Fell asleep on her desk.
Silas ca to her office, witnessing the heartbreaking scene.
Jacobs stood by Silas, hesitating to wake her?
Silas gestured for quiet, whispering, "She must’ve stayed up all night, exhausted, let her sleep a while longer!"
Jacobs gratefully glanced at Silas, thankful for his understanding.
Sending Jacobs off, Silas quietly sat on the sofa, watching her sleeping pose: head tilted right resting on her arms, her delicate features gentle, long dense eyelashes slightly drooping like two exquisite black fans.
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