Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214: 214-The Mother And Her Teacup Party

Helanie:

"Yeah, and put Rudy Archer and Sage Milan as the instructors for the day," Maximus was on a phone call with someone, organizing the whole day’s routine for the juniors and assigning two top seniors as their instructors.

I was sitting in the backseat of his car like a child scared of being scolded by her parents. But it wasn’t my fault. He was so angry and yelling a lot too.

I had never seen him look at me with that much anger. He even slammed his car door twice when getting in.

"Where are we going?" I asked after I couldn’t just sit in silence and let him take me wherever he wanted.

"Helanie, I want you to stay silent for a while," he muttered, fixing the rear view mirror to pass me a challenging glare.

I sank back in my chair and kept looking outside the window. The fact that he just drove around for half an hour without any destination and then finally seemed to take the right path—but a path to somewhere I didn’t expect him to take me—confused me.

"Wait, are we going to the mansion?" I put my hands on the window, looking outside like a child, and questioned him.

"Yeah," he answered bitterly, grunting right after that.

"But why? I didn’t want to go back there," I blurted out, instantly making it clear that I had no plans of returning to the place where I was once kicked out from.

"Helanie, you are going to sit in silence and let me drive. I get extremely distracted when I’m angry and someone is talking to me, you get it?" he hissed under his breath, making it clear that he wasn’t in the mood to listen to anything.

"Are you angry about what that alpha said?" I hesitated at the mention of that alpha. Even thinking about him saddened my entire being.

He didn’t answer me and kept driving. I remembered the road to the mansion, especially the road up to the main gate.

It reminded me of the day I had escaped my death sentence and came to my mother for shelter. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}

In those moments, I badly wanted a mother to hide me in her wings and protect me from everything harsh in this world. But that didn’t happen.

I met the angry gaze of a mother who would rather hug and call her friend’s daughter her family than embrace her own vulnerable daughter.

My pout hardened, and I folded my arms over my chest as he stopped the car and got out. He walked over to my side and opened the door, but I stayed sitting, swinging my legs and staring at my white knee-high socks.