The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 133

Mr. Ratcliff let out a grunt and shot Sebastian a look, making it clear he expected him to handle his own son.

Sebastian’s expression hardened. His voice was low and serious. “Robbie. Apologize.”

Robbie shrank back, burying himself deeper in Jane’s arms, clearly refusing.

Jane wrapped her arms around him protectively. “Sebastian, just let it go.”

Reese glanced over, watching as the housekeeper finished bandaging up Annie’s scraped knee. Her expression turned cold. Her voice was sharper than usual. “Robbie’s six. He knows right from wrong. He hurt someone. He should apologize.”

Robbie stared at Reese, completely stunned. His mom had always been on his side—why was she backing someone else now?

He didn’t get it. Annie had taken his swing. He’d only pushed her away. How was this his fault?

Dylon knew Annie was Matthew’s daughter and noticed how protective Reese was of her. He realized how important Reese would be for patching things up between the Ramos and Ratcliff families. He chimed in, “Robbie, you were out of line.”

Robbie’s eyes got even wider, staring at his great-uncle. The one person who always thought he was right was calling him out, too. The world had turned upside down. It was all Mom’s fault. If she hadn’t taken Annie’s side, no one else would blame him.

“Robbie, apologize to Annie.” Reese stepped forward, gently but firmly guiding Robbie toward Annie.

If he didn’t learn this lesson now, if he kept thinking it was okay to lash out over little things, who knew what kind of trouble he’d stir up in the future?

“I won’t! She stole my swing! I didn’t do anything wrong, so why do I have to say sorry?” Robbie pulled away from Jane, backing up to the swing set, glaring at Reese with pure resentment.

“You’re all so mean! You only care about that stupid girl. Especially you! How could I even have a mom like you?” The anger he’d been holding in finally burst out as Reese came closer.

Then, suddenly, Robbie grabbed the swing with both hands and hurled it at Reese with all the strength he had.

A loud crash split the air.

Everything happened in a blur. The swing, heavy and wooden, snapped off its rope and flew straight at Reese.

She barely had time to react. The wind from the swinging seat whipped past her face. She could see the chipped paint on the wood coming right at her.

“Ma’am!”

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