Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442: 442-The Missing Lover

Emmet:

"Mom shouldn’t have touched Helanie," I hissed repeatedly, pacing from one corner of the room to the other.

"Why did she do that? Does it suit Mom to be putting her hands on a teenager?" Maximus agreed with me, shaking his head vigorously.

We were upset about the incident. I ran outside to check on her, but she had already left for the hostel. I was a little late because I had to give Davon his medicine. The kid didn’t want to take it from anyone else.

"You guys are acting like Mom killed her," Kaye said as soon as he stood by Mom’s side. Maximus and I shared a glance before turning to look at him.

"I’m just saying that Helanie accused our cousin of a crime. Of course, Mom took offense. And then this Helanie—she always opens her mouth to complain," he hissed, folding his arms over his chest.

"A minute?" Norman came in, knocking on the open door and asking Kaye to join him. "Since you’re the only one on Mom’s side, why don’t you go stay with her and calm her down for a bit? Because her drama isn’t over yet."

I loved how openly Norman called Mom out for being dramatic.

"Drama? Why are you all being so disrespectful toward her?" Kaye retaliated, not liking that we were talking about Lady Darcy in that tone.

"Kaye, there was only one victim here today, and it was Helanie. Romeo tied her up in the snow. How the heck Mom somehow turned out to be the one who needs comfort right now is beyond me," I yelled, frustrated.

My eyes landed behind Norman, and he followed my stare to see our mom standing outside my room with the most dramatic look on her face.

With a hand over her mouth, she ran through the passage, probably expecting us to follow her. Instead, only Kaye ran out.

Norman sighed and walked after them to make sure Mom didn’t manipulate Kaye too much with her tears.

"How are you, Maximus?" I turned my attention to him. It had been a whole week since we last talked. He had been keeping to himself mostly.

"I’m great, don’t worry about me."

The way he avoided looking at me made my heart ache. If only I could tell him what he meant to me, he would realize I was never drowning myself in alcohol because I cared less—but because I wanted them to forget about me before I forgot about them.

But sometimes, my emotions would rise to the surface, and I wouldn’t be able to hold them in anymore.

"I care, Maximus—" As soon as I reached out to put my hand on his shoulder, he turned around angrily and pushed me back.

"No, you f***ing don’t. You never cared. All you do is drink and drink. Even when you knew your drinking would make you miss so much of our childhood, or that whenever we needed you, we found you missing because you had passed out—you still chose to drink," he yelled, tears welling in his eyes.

"Maximus—I—" I stuttered, fighting the urge to tell him what he meant to me.

"No, don’t even try to say anything. Because every time you say something, your coldness hurts me more. You f***ing came for Helanie—not once have you ever come for me. I’ve always been left out—always suffering and in pain—" he stopped, biting onto his fist to silence himself.

"You came for me?" he asked, as if he couldn’t believe it. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}