The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 98

“Mom, what are you doing here?”

Sebastian stepped in front of Reese, shielding her with one arm while grabbing Jane’s wrist with the other, his face thunderous.

Jane huffed. “If I hadn’t shown up, who knows what would’ve happened to Robbie!”

“Reese locked Robbie inside all alone and took this little girl out with her. If Robbie hadn’t called me crying, who knows how long it would’ve taken before someone noticed! I said a couple of things to her and she turned it around and insulted me right back!”

“That’s enough, Mom.”

Sebastian glanced around at the mess before finally settling his gaze on Robbie. He had brought Robbie from the old house to stay with Reese, hoping they’d get along and maybe repair their relationship. He never imagined it would blow up like this.

As Sebastian’s expression grew even darker, Robbie shrank back and whispered, “Dad...”

Sebastian ignored him and turned to Jane. “Mom, you can’t keep spoiling Robbie. No matter what, Reese is his mother. He should at least show her some basic respect. What does it look like if he can’t even do that?”

Jane opened her mouth to argue, but when she saw how serious Sebastian looked, she just sighed and mumbled, “Alright. I get it.”

She’d only badmouthed Reese in front of Robbie because Sebastian always seemed to dislike her, and Jane figured they’d end up divorced anyway. Robbie didn’t have to get attached and make things messy. But now, with Sebastian’s attitude so clear, she knew she needed to keep her opinions to herself.

“Take Robbie home first, okay?”

Sebastian let out a tired sigh. “I’ll deal with the mess here.”

Once Jane took Robbie and left, Roman walked over and clapped Sebastian on the shoulder, his tone half amused, half helpless. “My aunt’s been spoiled her whole life.”

“She married into the Ratcliff family and your dad doted on her. After he passed, your grandpa and you kept looking after her. She’s had it easy all her life, so of course she acts a bit entitled. Don’t let it get to you.”

He turned to Reese. “Sorry, Ms. Meyer. When I got here, Robbie was crying inside, my aunt was crying outside, and in the scramble I ended up breaking your lock.”

“Do you want me to send someone over to fix it?”

Reese shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve already helped enough.”

Sebastian checked out the broken lock, bits of metal scattered everywhere. “I changed locks back when I was studying in England. You just follow the instructions.”

The soft clink of metal filled the room as he worked. In less than twenty minutes, the new lock was installed. Sebastian tested it a couple times, made sure it worked, then closed the door. He went to the bathroom, filled a basin with water, and started cleaning the sofa that Robbie had drawn all over.

Annie, always eager to help, picked up the stuff scattered around the coffee table and scrubbed the marker drawings off the walls with some wet wipes.

Luckily, all the crayons and markers were washable, and in no time, the place looked just as neat as before.

Watching them, Reese felt a rush of mixed emotions. She’d dreamed of moments like this—her and Sebastian, cleaning up after the kids together like a normal couple.

It was just bittersweet that after all these years, with their marriage about to end, this was the first time it actually happened.

“Take a break.”

Reese noticed the sweat on Sebastian’s forehead and handed him a glass of water.