Chapter 55

Chapter 0055 “I’ve known you for a while, Judy. You can’t bullshit me.”

“What do you expect me to say, Ethan? That I’m not okay? That my mother is depressed and barely eats? Isn’t this what you wanted? For me to suffer? So why are you acting like you care right now when we both know you don’t!”

“Judy!” My mother shrieked from the doorway, her eyes large and alert. “How dare you speak to him like that!”

“Mom...”

“He’s going to be our Alpha, and he deserves our respect,” my mother continued to scold.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Montague. How about you go and sit on the couch? I’ll cook you some dinner,” Ethan offered.

vay of My mother beamed at him; the first smile I had seen from her in a while. Ethan always had a way bringing that out of her.

“How very thoughtful of you, Ethan,” she said sweetly. “Thank you.”

She gave me another look before she turned and left the kitchen. I spun around on my heel to glare at him.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, my tone dry.

“Despite what you might think, I actually care about your mother and it’s hard to see her like this. It’s hard to see you like this too, Judy. Go into the living room and spend time with her. I’ll cook you both dinner and then afterward we can talk.”

I furrowed my brows at him, trying to figure out the gamme he was playing. But I was too exhausted to think too much about it, so I sighed and walked out of the kitchen. I didn’t bother telling him that I already ate dinner because then he would just ask me innecessary questions.

My mother was curled up on the couch, staring at a picture of my father with tears in her eyes. I saw beside her, and she was startled at my presence.

“Why can’t you just do what he wants so we can get your father back?” She asked me, taking me by surprise.

I looked at her in disbelief; if only she knew what it was he was asking me to do.

“Because we don’t need his help, Mom,” I told her for the hundredth time. “I have us covered.”

“How? That tutoring job is hardly enough to pay off your father’s debt,” my mother told me, her voice pleading. “We need him to come home, Judy.”

I covered my mother’s hands with mine, trying to provide her with some type of comfort.

“And he will,” I assured her. “I promise.”

Not before long, the room was filled with the scent of garlic from the pasta sauce. Had Ethan made pasta 1/2 cha Chapter 0055 sauce from scratch?

+25 BONUS He didn’t need to do all of that; I just needed my mother to have a little something in her system. I, on the other hand, wasn’t hungry because I had already eaten a large meal at Gavin’s house.

Soon, Ethan was walking into the living room with a couple of plates. He handed me one and I set it on the table, and then he handed my mother one. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw the gourmet- looking meat sauce on the pasta.

“You didn’t need to do all of that,” I told him. “The jar of sauce would have been fine.”

He rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t even feed that to a dog,” he muttered.

“I’m not sure I can eat,” my mother admitted, staring at the food sadly.

“Please try,” Ethan asked her, sitting on the seat across from the couch. “It would mean the world to me. if you até something.”

She looked at him for a moment before she nodded. He glanced at me and narrowed his eyes.

“You should eat too,” he said, motioning for the plate on the table.

“I’m not hungry,” I told him flatly.

He frowned at me.

“Can you stop being so stubborn for once and do what you’re told?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

I remained silent, not justifying that with a response.

Ethan gave up after a moment and turned his attention to my mother. I watched as my mother nibbled on the food while having a mindless conversation with Ethan.

I thought Ethan would have left after dinner or picked a fight with me about the same things as usual, but he didn’t. He stayed and cleaned the dishes; he cleaned up the rest of the kitchen as well. Once he was done in the kitchen, he tidied up the living room while I kept my mother company. Then, he proceeded to go into my mother’s room and clean up her space as well. He picked her out some comfortable pajamas and drew her a bath. I helped her get into the bath while Ethan remained in the living room.

I was expecting, along with hoping, he would have left while my mother was in the bath. But when I returned to the living room after successfully putting my mother to bed, he was waiting for me.

I had to admit, I was grateful that he was able to help my mother this evening. I’m not sure she would have eaten anything or taken care of herself if he wasn’t here.

“Thank you, Ethan, for your help,” I told him. “It honestly means a lot.”

“It doesn’t come without a cost,” he said, raising his brows. “Now, I’m hoping that you can return the favor.”