Evander's POV
My anger surged the moment I saw her sitting there so nonchalantly, as if she hadn't just threatened Claire. The sight of her calmness made my blood boil. For so long, I had believed I was the sole reason my relationship with Claire had crumbled. But now, it seemed my so-called mother had played the biggest part in our downfall.
"Mother!" I snarled, my teeth clenched so tightly that it hurt. "Do you think I am just saying empty words?" My voice shook with barely contained rage. "Do you think that just because you are my mother, I wouldn't dare do anything to you?"
She looked up at me with that same infuriatingly dismissive expression, her lips curling into a smirk. "Is that so?"
There it was again— that phrase. How many times was she going to keep repeating herself, testing my patience? Her indifferent attitude was driving me to the brink of madness.
