It was Margaret’s favorite dical book, which recorded many dicinal food recipes.
She usually read it on the deck chair in the yard and told Wynter, “This dish is good. I’ll make a fish like
this for you today. And pumpkin soup.”
It was all ruined now! Wynter’s eyes darkened with a ruthless look as she strode toward the courtyard.
Seeing her, a child dressed as a masseur imdiately put down the bucket and eagerly raised his
hands to gesture.
Wynter held his shoulders, her eyes intense but her tone calm. “Wolf, don’t panic. Tell slowly, what
happened?”
Margaret had picked up Wolf on the street. He was born mute and could only use sign
language, but he could also make so sounds now. He was small and clean, about 11 years old.
Wolf raised his arms to gesture to Wynter, looking dull and tough, his eyes charming.
“Are you saying the ss outside was all done by Wanda?” Wynter’s voice turned cold.
Wolf nodded and continued to gesture with a gravelly voice.
Wynter raised her eyebrows. “She told you I’m not with the Yates now?”
Wolf humd and gestured, aning Margaret was worried about her.
“Why is she worried about ?” Wynter’s smile beca colder. “It’s Wanda who should be worried.”
At this ti, a sigh ca from inside the house. It was Margaret, who had always been oblivious to
worldly affairs.
She looked up at Wynter as she ca out in a wheelchair. “She’s your mother after all.”
“She used to be, but not anymore.” Wynter’s eyes were clear.
“Grandma, she took over the Yates family. You didn’t fight with her for the sake of your children and
grandchildren, saying you prefer your current life.
“Wanda wouldn’t have been so arrogant today without Ewan’s consent. He abandoned his mother after
he married a wife. I’m sure you understand even if I don’t say it.”
Margaret glanced at the fish tank beside her, her eyes blank. “I understand. I raised an
ungrateful son. I deserved it myself.”
Hearing this, Wynter cald down.
Even if their son was a scum, most mothers would deceive themselves and couldn’t accept any
criticism about him.
If Margaret were also such an irrational person, Wynter would never interfere again, even though
Margaret treated her like her own.
Whether to tolerate their bullies silently or get back at them, she left the decision to Margaret. She
would then decide to stay or leave.
“Wynter.” Margaret looked at her with wise eyes. “I don’t want you to go. Southdale is a complicated
place. The Scott family has connections in Kingbourne.
“I’m worried you will get into trouble because of . From today onward, I’ll cut ties with this son!”
As she studied traditional dicine, Margaret had always been calm and had never been so cruel.
Wynter saw her determination and knew the connection between mother and son was deep. Now that
Margaret had confird her stance, Wynter would wait for her to let go in ti.
“I’ll listen to you.” Wynter squatted down, her eyes clear. “I won’t go if you don’t want to.”
Margaret stroked her long hair. “Wynter, my poor child. If they don’t want you, I’ll look after
you and support your studies.”
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