The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 103

Wilma was getting more and more worked up. "Caleb told me you've been doing nothing but drinking and you haven't touched a bite of food. Are you seriously trying to starve yourself just to make Nancy feel guilty? Well, let me tell you, that's not going to happen!"

With that, Wilma slapped Cyrus hard across the face. Smack-

Caleb hadn't expected Wilma to get physical, and his expression shifted. "My lady." "This is none of your business. Get out!" Wilma snapped, her voice filled with anger.

Wilma might have been getting on in years, but that didn't mean she'd lost her edge. Caleb didn't dare to argue, so he quietly backed out of the room.

Wilma looked at the red mark on Cyrus' face and then at his vacant, defeated expression. A deep, indescribable sadness welled up inside her.

"Cyrus, do you really think Nancy would be heartbroken to see you like this? Or are you planning to just give up on her?"

Hearing Wilma's words seemed to finally break through to Cyrus. He looked up sharply, his voice rising, "No, I won't give up on Nancy! I'll find her. She's just mad at me, and she must be waiting for me to come and make things right!"

Wilma sighed, watching Cyrus teeter on the edge of an emotional breakdown.

hesitated, then ventured, "Cyrus, does Nancy

about Hayley, and Hayley wouldn't dare tell her," Cyrus replied, clenching his fists,

eyebrow, not buying it. "Then

out in the heat of the moment. I didn't mean it. I never wanted to be apart from Nancy." By the end, Cyrus' eyes were red, and his hands were clutching his head

could she be so petty? She must be waiting for me to come

even suggest Nancy

his fists tighter. "But Nancy pushed Hayley down the

"Bullshit!"

decorum. "Nancy's not that kind of person. Unless she knew Hayley was your mistress and lost her temper. Or Hayley could be

way, Mom. You don't know anything. Nancy doesn't know Hayley is...you know. She just doesn't like

"Believe what you want. But

turned and left the

into the

sat on the bed, dazed, his mind replaying his mother's