Chapter 342
As they drove, Emily provided a steady stream of updates on Cuenca's changes over the past two years. Mrs. Winston listened quietly and elegantly, occasionally interjecting with questions. The atmosphere between the two was relatively harmonious.
Soon, the car pulled up at the gates of the Winston family's villa.
A servant came forward respectfully to open the door.
Mrs. Winston had just stepped one foot out when a cool little bundle rushed toward her. "Grandma, I missed you so much!"
Owen nestled into Mrs. Winston's embrace. His voice is soft and sweet.
Mrs. Winston's stern face immediately softened. "Owen, you've grown taller, and you seem a bit chubbier too. Has the chef finally met your standards?"
Just as Owen was about to praise Haley's delicious soup, he saw another person get out of the car's back seat.
His little face immediately fell. "Bad woman, why are you here again? Get her out! I've said it before: I never want to see her again!"
He roared in anger, freezing Emily's figure in place.
She blinked, and tears streamed down. "Owen, I gave birth to you and nearly bled to death that day. No matter my faults, I am your birth mother. How can you..."
Covering her face, she began to sob.
"Get out! Get out of here!" Owen bellowed, "Stop acting in front of me. Your crying makes me sick..."
"Owen!"
Mrs. Winston's expression turned cold, her gaze authoritative as she fixed it on him.
"You are of our distinguished Winston bloodline," Mrs. Winston chastised with an air of nobility that had been characteristic of the Winston family for generations. "How can you show such disrespect? This woman is your birth mother; you crawled out of her womb. To deny her is to deny your origins!"
Owen retorted defiantly, "She doesn't deserve to be my mother. The person I despise the most is her..."
"Be quiet," Mrs. Winston cut him off coldly. "Whether she deserves to be your mother is not for you to decide. Go to your room and reflect on your behavior for one hour."
"Aunt, please don't punish Owen," Emily pleaded through tears. " Since his birth, I've barely been involved in their lives. Normally, he wouldn't acknowledge me as his mother. Please don't blame him; blame me. It's all my fault."
Mrs. Winston was livid. She hadn't yet to return to Cuenca for two or three years and wasn't aware of how the children had been interacting with Emily. But what had just transpired filled her with furious anger. If her son Ivan were the one being told to leave, she wasn't sure what kind of scene she might make. A child of the Winston family should always have such manners!
"Owen, apologize to your mother, and we'll resolve this matter," Mrs. Winston said, trying to calm her breath.
"Hmph!" Owen snorted and ran upstairs to his room. He preferred to reflect alone rather than apologize to that terrible woman.
"I think I should return to the DeRoss family today. I'm not welcome here." Emily choked up. "Owen is still young. Maybe when he's older, he'll start to accept me a little..."
Mrs. Winston's face was stern as she asked, "When did he start treating you this way?"
She had attended a party back home when the children turned one year old, and everything seemed fine. How could it have come to this? Even if Emily wasn't to become Mrs. Winston of the Winston family, her own son shouldn't treat her this way. But it wasn't about pity for Emily; Mrs. Winston simply couldn't allow a grandson of the Winston family to be so uncouth!
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