Chapter 360

Ana was relentless. “I’ll print as many copies as you dispose of. I’ll go all the way with you,” she declared.

Tyler stopped and turned his head upon hearing that. He scoffed and said, “Sure, shall we let everyone. know that your marriage is suffering as well?”

Ana grabbed a vase from the table and threw it at him. “Tyler! I’m your mother!”

She finally snapped. Her face went pale, her hands trembling.

“I hope we can maintain the decency between mother and son.”

Ana, usually so arrogant, crumbled at that moment. She lost her composure and air of superiority, leaving only the bittemes of a middle–aged woman.

Olivia was shocked to see the broken vase on the ground. She stood upstairs blankly.

Tyler paid no attention to Ana’s awkward expression as he headed upstairs. He didn’t stop when he saw Olivia there and went straight to the room.

Ana couldn’t stop scoffing.

Olivia didn’t know what to do. She had never seen such a situation before.

Ana cursed, “Let me tell you this, Tyler. I’ll unload all the pain you’ve caused me onto that sickling. I’ll ensure both of you suffer as much as you’ve made me suffer!”

Olivia stood silently, listening to Ana’s shrieks. She detected cunningness on Ana’s face and a bitterness typical of someone middle–aged who hadn’t achieved her goals and felt beaten by life.

living room.

Her voice echoed through the entire living At that moment, Olivia was taken aback by Ana’s pitiful state.

Though she should have been a mere observer from upstairs, Olivia went downstairs and approached Ana, calling out, “Mom…”

Ana glared at her. “Why did you come down? Go back upstairs!”

Ana didn’t want anyone to witness her outburst or her vulnerability.

Despite Ana’s intimidating gaze, Olivia remained calm. After a moment, she picked up a rag from the table and began collecting the shattered pieces.

Ana’s fierceness seemed to soften at the sight.

Meanwhile, the maids who dared not move earlier only squatted down to clean when they saw Olivial doing that.

In that instant, all the fierceness in Ana’s eyes dissipated, replaced by exhaustion.

After about ten minutes of cleaning, Olivia returned upstairs. As she approached her room, she found Tyler standing there, eyeing her coldly.

She stopped before him, and he asked, “Are you kissing her *ss?”

Initially puzzled, Olivia quickly understood his implication, feeling a flush of embarrassment. She couldn’t believe he would think so poorly of her.

“No,” she denied, her voice shaking. Her blush stemmed not from shyness but from humiliation that wouldn’t fade.

Naturally, Tyler didn’t want to blame everything on her. He only said that out of rage.

He left right after saying that.

“Tyler, she’s your mother. You shouldn’t do that to her. She looks pitiful.”

Olivia had no idea where she obtained the courage to say that.

Tyler froze at her words, turning to her with a stern expression. “Who are you to be butting in?”