Twin Cupids at Work: Daddy, Come Home! novel Chapter 59

Oliver pressed his lips together, watching Helene with a mix of frustration and resentment. She handled him with such casual ease, he could tell she must pinch his brother like this all the time.

He glanced around at the staff. Some of the maids were busy with chores, acting like nothing was happening. A few noticed, but quickly looked away, pretending not to see a thing.

He couldn’t help but think that Helene had some of the maids in her pocket. And he was sure his brother had complained to their father about how this woman bullied him. But his father probably brushed it off, which only made Helene act even more brazen.

Helene noticed Oliver standing still, clearly intimidated. She smirked a little. This kid really thought he could take her on? Ridiculous. She could stomp on his mother, and she could keep him under her heel just as easily.

“Did you learn your lesson?” Helene’s voice was low and threatening.

Oliver darted his gaze around, pretending to give in. He nodded, looking as if he’d finally been conquered.

Only then did Helene let him go. Oliver slid off her lap, his face pale and frightened, and he quickly stepped back to put some distance between them.

That kind of reaction was exactly what Helene wanted. She wanted him afraid, obedient, willing to do whatever she said from now on.

She stood up slowly, then crouched in front of him and reached out, patting his head with a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “That’s better, Noah. Don’t bother trying to fight me. You won’t win.”

Oliver scoffed inwardly. The old witch was really full of herself.

“If you listen to me, I’ll make sure things go easier for you in this house. But if you don’t…” Helene’s face hardened, her voice dropping even lower. “I’ll show you what I can do. Do you understand?”

Oliver kept up the act, nodding like a good boy and staying silent, just like Noah would have.

Helene gave another satisfied pat, like she was rewarding a dog. “That’s my good boy. Does your hand hurt? Come here, let me put some medicine on it.”

She definitely didn’t want Julian coming home and seeing any marks.

Helene fetched a jar of ointment, then gently took his hand and dabbed the cream on, all soft and motherly. She kept her voice warm and doting. “Noah, you have to be more careful. That must hurt so much. Let me help you, you’ll feel better in no time.”

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