Side Chick Era... Over

Loving Mom 205

Chapter 205

“If Theo is really that easy to manipulate,” Sharon said coolly, “then maybe you should take a good look at yourself-ask why your own son has absolutely no instinct to protect himself. What happens if one day he gets kidnapped? Will you finally regret it then?”

She paused, her gaze shifting to Carter, a mocking glint in her eyes.

“Oh, I forgot. Regret isn’t really your thing. You’re more the type to shove all the blame onto someone else. You never want to give anything yourself, yet you’re quick to criticize the efforts of others. Carter, you’re astonishing in how self-righteous you

are.”

Her words hit their mark. For a second, Carter found himself speechless. Then his voice turned cold.

“Sharon, I thought you asked to speak with me because you had some remorse. If you just brought me out here to spout this nonsense, I suggest you save your breath.”

Sharon knew it was pointless. Talking to someone who lived inside his own narrative was like yelling into the wind. Even with facts laid bare, he would only find new excuses to shield himself.

She got straight to the point. “There are two things I wanted to say. First-Theo pushed Matty into the lake. That’s a fact. He needs to apologize to him. And you, as Theo’s dad, should apologize to Matty’s family.”

Carter’s lips moved slightly, but in the end, he said nothing. He’d seen the footage too. Whether or not the push had been intentional, there had been a struggle and Matty had fallen in because of it. And as for Theo…

after Matty of his own accord. No

Matty, he wasn’t the kind of man who blindly shielded

and the compensation will

didn’t react. No surprise, no

Kelly. With evidence this clear, of course Carter wouldn’t protect him blindly. Still, she didn’t know whether

him. “I agree to your condition of walking away with nothing. Carter, when

as if taken aback, then gave a

“Divorce? You’re serious?”

through him. She laughed

“Am I serious?”

a brow, voice light with mockery. “So this time, you’re not

she was bluffing, playing some elaborate

“If I wanted half, would you give

half-smile, eyes unreadable. “And if I didn’t, would you still go through with

isn’t too good,” she replied. “I said

what’s your condition this time? Trying to use my mother’s medication to squeeze more leverage out of me? Or