Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 519: Love Planted Wrongly, Hard to Sever (2)_1

Therefore, she felt that it was because of Glades Horne's existence that she couldn't take Mila Anderson's place. It was what kept James Horne an illegitimate son.

She particularly hated Glades Horne's existence, but she never showed it.

After all, since James was brought back to the Horne Family, it was Glades who protected him, allowing him to grow up without being bullied. Glades was always indifferent to her, showing no other reaction. Even after taking over the Valence Group, he didn't seek revenge on her. She once thought Glades didn't dare to touch her because Gian Horne was protecting her. It wasn't until she noticed her son growing closer to Glades and more distant from her that she began to realize Glades was using a very sinister method to retaliate against her.

He stole her son!

Without her son's protection, she couldn't compete with Mila Anderson.

When Glades froze Gian's bank cards, she became more aware of the importance of being the master of the Horne Family.

Ever since James returned to the Horne Family, she had never stopped stirring up trouble and inciting him, hoping to turn the brothers against each other. Sadly, her plans, her conspiracies, could never be realized.

"Mom, did you have someone tail Big Brother?" After setting down the photos, James suddenly looked up and coldly gazed at his own mother.

The woman before him should have been the person closest to him, as he carried her blood. Yet, he suddenly felt like he was meeting her for the first time. He felt as if she wasn't his dear mother but a terrifying woman who would exploit everything and ignore everything for passion, desire, and greed—like a witch.

His best memories of her were already very vague because they were from before he was sent back to the Horne Family. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

After being sent back to the Horne Family, his impressions of her had faded.

Although she claimed to visit the Horne residence to see him every day, how many times had she really looked at him? She was busy infuriating Aunt Mila, busy displaying affection with his father to embarrass and sadden Aunt Mila. In his mother's eyes, he had become a mere bargaining chip, a tool to defeat her lover's wife. Yet, she was still his mother. Deep down, he still had feelings and respect for her. Even if the world saw her as a shameless mistress, it didn't change the fact that she was his mother.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that living like his mother was truly pitiful.

Pheobe Rogers frowned unhappily, glaring at him with annoyance, and said grumpily, "James, what is that look for? Mom had someone take pictures of Glades for your sake."

James Horne chuckled coldly, his gaze growing even colder, cold enough to make Pheobe feel as if a blizzard had started around her, accompanied by chilling winds, making her unable to bear his bone-piercingly icy stare any longer.

She couldn't understand why her son was giving her such a terrifying look; she was his mother, after all!

"For me?" James chuckled again, but his heart started to ache.

Even now, his mother claimed to be acting for his sake?

Was he living so badly now? Was he penniless? Did he need to fight over the inheritance to make ends meet? Even though he was deeply in love with Julia Bluen, aside from Julia, he might never fall for another woman. As he thought of this, a candid figure fluttered through his mind—a fleeting glimpse, so brief that even he failed to grasp whose it was.

Regardless, he would not interfere with his brother's marital affairs.

He was doing well now; his net worth was already in the hundreds of millions. He had money and a certain status. He didn't need to rely on the Horne Family's name to be flattered or respected by others, for he had built his own sky solely on his abilities.

"Mom, why don't you admit that you are doing this for yourself? You might truly love me a lot, considering me as precious as your life, but you cannot deny that the deeper your love is for me, the more you exploit me. You are just using me as a pawn to snatch the Mrs. Horne title. Mom, wake up, please stop doing this. As long as you live at home peacefully, I will provide for you. I can give you a stable and prosperous life," James said emotionally toward the end, hoping to use his kinship to bring back his mother's increasingly deranged heart.

"James Horne!" Sadly, Pheobe couldn't hear his words.

She stood up abruptly, infuriated by his piercing words, and said very angrily, "If you are still my son, then stand by me, and together, we will deal with them, otherwise..."

James withdrew his heartache and, with a cold demeanor, picked up the phone, dialed the secretary desk outside, and ordered the Secretary to come in right away.

Pheobe's harsh words halted in the face of his action.

The Secretary came in quickly.

"General Manager, what can I do for you?"

James glanced at Pheobe and ordered coldly, "Escort Miss Rogers out, and from now on, unless it's a matter of life or death, don't let her come in to disturb my work."

Miss Rogers?

Miss Rogers!

The Secretary was taken aback upon hearing James call his own mother in such a manner, confused but not daring to ask.

Upon hearing the term 'Miss Rogers,' Pheobe felt as though her heart was sliced open. Look, this was the son she had birthed after ten months of pregnancy, the son to whom she had given life, and yet, in his mouth, she became merely Miss Rogers. He wouldn't even acknowledge her as his mother in front of strangers.

Glades!

What right do you have to take away my son's heart!

Glades, you're sly, you're ruthless, you are poisonous!

Attacking through family ties, step by step you've lured away my son's heart, weakening the bond between mother and son, and severing my route to use my son to strike back at the Horne Family.

As a mistress without a son to rely on, what kind of waves could I stir up?

How would I be able to challenge my rival or fight for the inheritance?

And the Horne Family home? Glades had ordered them to forbid me from setting even half a step inside.