I pointed to the door.
“Pack your bags, Ma. The driver will take you back to the province. I’m cutting off your allowance and your access to this house. You are no longer welcome here.”
“Marco! You ungrateful son! You’ll fall without me!” my mother screamed as the guards dragged her out.
When the noise was finally gone, I held Elena tightly in my arms.
“I’m sorry, love…” Elena cried. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you and your mom to fight… I just endured it…”
“Shhh. It’s not your fault,” I whispered, gently stroking her belly. “It’s my fault for being blind. But I promise, from now on, I will protect you and our child—no matter who stands against us.”
That day, I lost a mother, but I saved my real world: my wife and child.
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