"Didn't you yourself declare, Drusilla and Harlan, only one can stay in this house? Now, are you satisfied?"
Blythe looked at him, "Enoch, you..."
Oh, her son! He had grown up, become defiant. A word against his liking, and he could drive you up the wall.
Enoch didn't argue with Blythe; he simply excused himself, "I'm off to my yoga class."
He glanced at Drusilla before heading upstairs.
Blythe watched his retreating figure, sighed, and her gaze landed on Drusilla. She wanted to say something but then caught sight of the two little ones, Colton and Cormac. They adored Drusilla. Speaking ill of her now would only tarnish her image in their eyes.
So, she held her tongue.
Drusilla, aware of Blythe's disapproval yet not wanting to add fuel to the fire, said, "I'll head up then."
Blythe looked up, "Go ahead."
Drusilla went upstairs.
Blythe glanced at Colton and Cormac, whose behavior was impeccable, probably because of Drusilla's presence.
She sighed again, turning to Verena, who was glued to her smartphone, "Don't you care at all?"
"Care about what?" Verena asked, puzzled.
Blythe was exasperated, "Your own sons are more attached to someone else than you, and you ask what?"
It was almost as if Verena was being intentionally obtuse. Could she really be that clueless?
Verena shrugged, "Drusilla's been great with them!"
"And you're defending her? You're driving me insane!" Blythe was at a loss for words.
She had never seen such an irresponsible mother.


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