The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 297: A ridiculous request.

"Then why are there people saying he deserves it if you is not spread it? Do you think we do not know you are the one who spread things about Melanie?" she asked.

"Is it a lie? I was married to Donald, was I not? Besides, this is the daughter-in-law you wanted for your son, what doe it have to do with me" Elena asked.

"You better cout and defend him or else!" Cecile insisted.

"Or else what?" Elena asked and she paused. They both knew there was nothing he could do.

"If you speak out, I will consider letting you two get back together," she said and Elena laughed.

"Who wants to marry your son? Even if he was served on a platter, I would never want him again. A mother like you might as well be a curse to him. Who cares what happens to him? Who cares if you consider him. I would never consider him again until you drop dead," Elena said.

"Hurry up and get back here and refute the rumors! You wantto die before you do it? What nonsense. You are the one who had always been obsessed with my son. Get back here if you still want to marry him again!" Cecile screeched.

Elena was furious even though she finally understood. It seems that this old woman is still banking on her love for him.

What rubbish.

"Old witch, have you lost your mind? If people are spreading tales about your son, shouldn't I take out sgifts to thank them for their public service? Maybe even go around and bow a bit, probably donate money to sew a wedding dress for their children. Why would I cover and help his dispel rumor? If you are done opening your dirty mouth, go back to that grave you crawled out from and have seternal rest!" she ended the call.

By the tshe finished talking, she was fuming. She had completely forgotten that Jwas in the car.

She could not seem to control her temper these days and Jwas laughing hysterically the car.

"It is obvious that hell is missing an inmate, why are they lazying around instead of coming for their in mate?" she muttered under her breath.

She was fuming and wanted to break something.

Jhad a good laugh, but her laughter could only stop when she received a phone call from her mother.

"Ma," she started to say the moment her phone touched her ears.

"JAva Kent, do you know what tit is?!" her mother's roar rang out into the now silent room.

"I-I-- she glanced at the ton her phone and realized it was one Am in the morning.

"Why do you ask?" she responded.

"Why are you not hat this hour? Is this how you behave in the city?" "What are you talking about? Did you dream ofagain? I am safe at home, go to sleep," she responded.

"Then I must be a ghost then, or your house is the ghost, It is either I am hunting the wrong house or your house is hunting the wrong person. I was wondering why the pots did not break when they fell." her mother's sarcasm floated from the phone to the ears of Elena in the car and it was Elena's turn to laugh.

But Jwas too shocked to notice her reaction.

"You are in my house? You dropped my pots?" "No, maybe I trespassed on the wrong house, who knows the owners may be back soon to get me." "Ma, Why are you in Magma city?" she asked.

"Why are you outside at this hour of the devil?" "Ma! I have plans this night, you should have toldyou were coming. And why would you cat this hour?" she asked.

"The plane was delayed and I wanted to surprise you." "It is dangerous to move around at night, you did not think to callto pick you up?" she asked.

"The ancestors were tellingthat you are out there fishinga son-in-law, so I respected myself, but to think you are still out by now," she said.

"Ma!" Jwas so frustrated she wanted to pull her hair out at this point.

"What?! If you are not out there fornicating your way to the alter, you better be back in this house in one hour!" her mother scolded and disconnected the call.

By the tJended the call, Elena was happy none of them was driving because she could not hold back her laughter.

"What are you laughing?" Jscolded.

"I had forgotten how funny your mother is," Elena said, "We better get you hquickly." Getting has quickly as she could, she rushed into the house to find her mother on the couch watching a telea.

"So, you know where your house is," she heard her mother say as she locked the doors behind her. "Ma, why did you suddenly come?" she asked as she entered the living room, but she did not pause to greet as she rushed past her into the small galley kitchen. She opened two of her cupboards to find that her pots were still intact and signed in reljef, only to turn and meet her mother's fierce gaze by the kitchen door.

"Ma," she started.

"You went to find your pots the moment you chome? You are more worried about your pots than to greet your Ma," her mother started.

"Ma, you are the one that scaredto think you had touched them. Besides, you broke my last pot, you broke two frying pans, even a very nice wok," Elena answered.

"Why can't you buy actual pots? Who's pots break like plates?" Her mother scolded.

"Its porcelain, it's expensive."

"Who uses porcelain to make a wok? They are not afraid of Chinese ghosts flogging them at night? And you dare use it," her mother sneered and walked off, returning to the living room to sit on the couch. "Ma..." she started, "You have not even toldwhy you came?" "Do I need a reason to csee

you? You, talk. Where are you coming from?" her mother asked, "Its not as though you have founda son în law, so why are you. e walking the w, ༠o night? Haven't we warned you that you are bound to the dark? You have been ignoring these words since you cto the city, right?" The content. is on novelenglish.net! Ket

"I have not been, Ma. I sometimes have no choice, my editor says I should handle this interview nom matter what. If Ecan't finish this, might loose my bonus this year. But you, why did you cout of the blue? And don't tellyou cto surprise me, only an idiot-would believe that," she said. "What have you been doing in the city? Your Abuela woke your Tia and I up late last night to ask about you," hearing her mother's words, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

Jwas used to this. Her father had married a South American from Colombia and brought her family over.

Her aunty and grandma were superstitious.

"What did she say?" Jasked retraining the urge to roll her eyes, but her mother did not respond.

She had escaped her big family to another city, but her mother would pop in once in a while to see her and always cwith wild stories.