Janiyaâs fury ignited at the calmness in her sonâs eyes.
âIâm doing this for your sake! Sheâs a nobody, unfit for you.
â
Upon hearing this, Maggie stepped in before Sanford could utter a word.
âMrs.
Robles, I understand I may not be up to Sanfordâs standards at the moment, but please, give me a chance.
Iâll become someone worthy of him.
â
Janiyaâs glare pierced like a blade.
âImpossible! Your family background alone disqualifies you.
Youâll never measure up to my son!â
Maggie paused, then countered, âIsnât it unfair to judge solely based on family? Some families crumble due to mismanagement.
In such cases, what worth does Lineage hold?â
Janiya was rendered speechless, but Maggie pressed on.
âI canât alter my familyâs past, but I can strive to surpass its limitations.
There are many stories prove that birth isnât destiny.
With determination, we can defy the odds.
Mrs.
Robles, I aim to be as remarkable as Sanford.
â
Maggieâs words flowed with a calm yet commanding tone.
Sanford listened, a faint smile playing on his handsome face.
Had she rehearsed these lines beforehand? They made perfect sense.
Yet, his mother was likely unwilling to heed them.
True to form, Janiya exploded, âQuit with the useless crap! Bottom line, youâre not up to snuff for my boy.
Now scram, pronto! I never want to lay eyes on you again!â
She was so worked up that her heart twinged in pain once more.
Britton noticed her grimacing, clutching her chest, and turned to Sanford.
âSanford, time to hustle Miss Shear out of here.
â
Sanford nodded.
âMom, weâre leaving.
You chill out, okay?â
Janiya shot him a glare.
âSanford, if youâre itching to see me keel over from rage, stick around with her!â
Sanford paused.
âMom, if you plan on sticking around and Living longer, you better dial it down and ditch the arrogance.
â
âHow dare you!â
âLetâs leave.
â
Sanford grabbed Maggieâs hand, ready to exit.
Maggie gave Janiya a slight nod.
âMrs.
Robles, take care.
Iâll drop by again sometime.
â
Again? Was she trying to push her over the edge? Janiya watched them leave together, fury coursing through her veins.
Britton gave her a gentle pat on the back, trying to calm her down.
âHey, can you relax? Your blood pressureâs spiking again.
You really wanna die like this?â
Janiyaâs eyes were red with frustration.
âBritton, did we raise our kid for nothing? Heâs totally blowing me off.
â
Britton gazed at her and spoke.
âWhat more do you need? Iâve said it before, while your intentions are protective, you canât dictate our grown sonâs life.
Itâs best to let him handle his marriage.
Regardless of who he chooses, you should strive to get along.
That way, you wonât feel like youâve wasted your efforts raising a son; instead, youâll gain a daughter-in-law.
â