"Ivana?!"
Lucas Walker furrowed his brow at her face, at her reddish eyes, from which tears continually poured.
His anger vanished instantly, replaced by a mix of distress and helplessness as he watched her.
"Yes, it was me!" Ivana Bennett sniffed, "I did it, I planned it, if you two want to vent, vent at me. I just don't understand, a mother clearly loves her son, yet she behaves like an enemy... And you, a son who clearly yearns for his mother's love, but allows his temper to flare... you think I can't see, but I know you're on the brink of tears! Pride, pride, pride, what's the use of it, is it that important to show in front of your family? Is it that hard to apologise? You all.... Ahchoo..."
She sneezed uncontrollably.
"You all... Ahchoo!" Ivana sneezed again, "What are you all acting for, is anyone giving you an Oscar?"
Everyone froze in place.
Nobody expected that at this moment, Ivana Bennett would lose her temper with both the matriarch and Lucas Walker.
