I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 19

Hearing that, I snatched the phone back and immediately ended the call. 

Antonia stared at the disconnected screen, her face contorted with rage. Her hands shook, and tears welled in her eyes. I clicked my tongue. I’d always known Steven had a sharp tongue, but today, he’d been surprisingly gentle. 

I tilted Antonia’s chin up with my fingers, seeing the raw hatred and fury swirling in her tear–filled eyes. “Antonia,” I said with a smile, “drop the act. Don’t mess with me.” 

Humiliated and furious, she glared at me, tears streaming down her face. “You must have said something terrible about me to Steven! He would never treat me like this otherwise! I hate you!” 

With that, she shoved me hard and ran off, sobbing. 

I stumbled back a few steps, a humorless laugh escaping my lips. She was completely devoid of talent and merit, yet instead of working on herself, she was looking for a shortcut to the top. When she was rejected, she blamed everyone but herself. What a nasty piece of work. 

I didn’t spare her another thought and headed downstairs. Before leaving, however, I went to the study. Martin was at his computer, fiddling with something. He scowled when he saw me and went back to what he was doing without a word. 

I walked straight to his desk and got to the point. “Dad, I need some money.” 

Martin’s face darkened, but he didn’t look up. “What for?” 

“Mary hasn’t been well lately. I want to buy her some nourishing gifts.” 

At the mention of Steven’s mother, Martin’s grim expression faltered. He irritably picked up his phone to transfer the money but then paused. “Don’t you have any money of your own? All you do is come to me for handouts.” 

I looked at his sullen face and replied calmly, “I don’t. And I can’t show up with cheap gifts for my elders, can I?” 

It was true; I had no money. Growing up, my father rarely gave me any. My mother would slip me some cash occasionally, but she had no control over the family finances and struggled herself. I started teaching myself design in high school to earn my own money. But I was a love–struck idiot. I had a little saved up, but after getting married, I spent it all trying to win over Steven and his mother. I was flat broke. 

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