Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 543_1
"James," Phoebe Rogers cried out, her heart aching. Seeing her son injured and bleeding pained her more than if her own flesh were being cut.
James Horne forcefully shook off her supporting hand. He turned his head and glared at her, his gaze cold and fierce, his eyes looking as if he wanted to strangle her.
Phoebe Rogers had originally intended to get the first-aid kit for him and help clean the blood from his nose. But his glare nailed her feet to the floor, leaving her unable to move.
"James... James..."
"Did you hire someone to send suggestive messages to Julia? Are you trying to break up Glades and Julia? Did you also want those three bastards to kidnap Julia and send her to my bed?" James Horne growled, his teeth clenched.
His recent dissatisfaction with his mother boiled over upon hearing this; he felt like he was about to collapse.
His mother was too shameless!
How could she do such a thing?
"James, it’s not true, it’s not true! Even if I had all the nerve in the world, I wouldn’t dare do such a thing!" Phoebe Rogers denied vehemently.
"Mom, I heard everything!" James Horne suddenly shot out his hand and grabbed his mother, the woman who had given birth to him. His handsome face contorted with fury, he leaned in close and roared through gritted teeth, "Phoebe Rogers, I’m warning you one more time! If you don’t stop, if you dare to continue this, I’ll be the first one who won’t let you off the hook!"
Phoebe Rogers stood frozen, stunned speechless. She was so shocked by his disrespectful act of grabbing her that she even forgot to resist.
Tears, heartache, despair—a maelstrom of emotions engulfed her.
The son she had carried for ten months, whom she had birthed enduring the strange looks of others and had personally raised for a time—this son was now grabbing her, warning her like a ferocious beast!
She...
With a violent shove, James Horne sent Phoebe Rogers sprawling back onto the sofa. He then aimed a savage kick at the crystal coffee table, sending it crashing to the floor. The force of the impact shattered it.
Terrified by his violent actions, Phoebe Rogers’s face turned ashen, as white as a sheet.
"From now on, unless you’re lying in the Emergency Room on death’s door, I won’t give you a single cent!" James Horne turned and stormed out. No one knew how profound his pain was in that moment he turned away.
When Glades Horne saw her emerge, his gaze instantly locked onto her, sticking like glue, as if she were a magnet.
He stood up and meticulously examined her from the tips of her hair to her toes. Julia didn’t approach him immediately; instead, she stood at the Bathroom doorway, posing like a Model.
"The most beautiful mom!" Glades Horne exclaimed.
"Do I look ugly?" Julia placed her hand on her stomach, feeling the baby move. She asked, a little self-consciously.
A woman adorns herself for the one who delights in her; she had put on this nightgown for him.
"Very beautiful. Especially now, wearing it like this truly brings out your sexiness," he said.
