When Mitchell got home, everyone had already finished lunch.
His father looked at him with clear disapproval. “Do you know what time it is? Suzan’s pregnant—you’re about to be a father, yet you’re still acting so irresponsibly!”
The frustration in his voice was unmistakable.
Mitchell stood in the foyer, head down as he changed his shoes, saying nothing.
His clothes were wrinkled, and his jacket still carried the sharp scent of last night’s whiskey and smoke from the bar.
He didn’t bother to defend himself. He just let his father lecture him in silence.
It was Adeline who came out, her tone gentle as she tried to smooth things over. “Darling, don’t be so upset. It’s the holidays—Mitchell just wanted to relax with his friends for a bit. That’s perfectly normal.”
She turned to Mitchell with a mother’s kindness. “Mitchell, we set some food aside for you. I’ll have the housekeeper warm it up.”
His father snorted. “Keep coddling him, and you’ll regret it soon enough.” With that, he turned and disappeared into his study.
Mitchell spoke quietly. “Mom, I’m going to change out of these clothes first.”
Upstairs, Suzan was sulking.
Mitchell hadn’t come home at all last night, and she was furious.
She sat at her vanity, clutching her hairbrush so tightly her knuckles whitened. Her eyes in the mirror were red and puffy—she’d clearly cried.
She hadn’t slept a wink. The thought kept looping in her mind: she wasn’t even married to Mitchell yet, and he was already treating her like this. What would the rest of her life be like?
She needed to figure something out.
When the door opened, Suzan spun around, her voice trembling with restrained anger. “So you finally decided to come home? Where have you been? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
Just thinking about being pregnant while Mitchell was out partying made her blood boil.
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