"Did you just yell at me?" Angelina's eyes widened, tears falling heavily as she looked at Alaric with disbelief and deep sorrow.

Her son, whom she had cherished and raised with all her love, the son for whom she had made countless plans and sacrifices, had raised his voice against her!

Angelina felt as if her heart was shattered, her years of hard work and dedication crushed to dust, leaving her in profound agony.

With tears streaming down her face, Angelina nodded, "Oh, so you're all grown up now, spreading your wings, even learning to yell at your own mother, Alaric. How could you treat me like this?"

Realizing that his words had genuinely hurt Angelina, Alaric blinked, moving closer to try and explain, "Mom, I—"

"Don't call me mom!" Angelina choked up. "I don't have a son like you!"

What's all this shouting about?" Remington Falconer entered the room, supported by Beatrice, and asked

you greet him? Can't you sit down and talk things out without making a scene? He's your only son; do you really want to cut ties

her face a picture of grievance, "Dad, he's becoming unbearable, acting on his

I've told you, stop bad-mouthing Hertha," Alaric, initially feeling guilty for raising his voice at Angelina, couldn't bear hearing

furious, about

come sit down at

by Beatrice, Remington sat on

lost, clenched the family register

you standing around

reality, intending to pass the family register to

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