Chapter 893:

“Mom,” Denver’s brow dipped, his voice turning serious. “I’m a grown man. I want to steer my own ship—not have every step tracked and dictated by you.”

Wilma reeled, stunned. Her son wanted to leave because of her? “What are you saying?” she snapped, blind to her own flaws. “I’m your mother—don’t you see I’m just watching out for you?”

“Hey, Marshall,” Denver said, flicking his gaze over. “Catch my drift now? Do you now understand why I want to leave?”

“Denver!” Wilma’s voice rose, sharp with agitation. “What’s with this attitude? Is it so wrong for me to want what’s good for you?”

“What’s good for me?” Denver’s laugh was cold, edged with disdain. “You mean what’s good in your eyes—splitting me from the one I loved, pushing me toward someone you picked?”

“You!” Wilma’s fury flared, her face mottled with rage. “So it boils down to Hadley, huh? I shouldn’t have meddled, fine—but what of it? You’re going to hold that over me?”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Denver shot back, his expression icy. “Do what you want.”

“You…”

Aunt Wilma!” Marshall jumped in, sensing a breaking point. “Didn’t you bring me here to talk him down? Let

complexion flickered between fury and pallor as she squeezed his hand. “I’m

“Don’t worry.” Marshall nodded.

the door clicked shut, Denver

with a rueful grin. “What if I told you Hadley and Eric broke

𝓒𝓸𝓹𝓲𝒓𝒊𝓰𝒉𝓉 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 at g𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗅𝓈.𝒄0m

Denver like

just say?” Denver stood frozen as if the words hadn’t fully sunk

had no plans to let Hadley go, breakup

lighting up

Marshall confirmed

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