Nash hadn’t expected his mother to be so upset. Seeing Mrs. Xander’s unsteady steps, he worriedly called out to her.
“Don’t call me ‘Mom.‘ I don’t have such a disobedient and unfilial son like you.” Mrs. Xander raised her hand and slapped Nash.
She pointed at me, standing among the crowd. “You want to date? Your dad and I never stopped you, but at least find a decent girl like Wendy. Wake up and see what kind of person she is. Are you trying to drive me and your dad to an early grave?”
I stood there, feeling unexpectedly singled out. This hadn’t happened in my previous life. Mrs. Xander had never come to the school, and even when she later found out about Nash and Yvonne’s early romance, they had chosen to send Nash abroad discreetly, cutting off their contact.
