Chapter_94
Chapter 94
“Good boy,” Rosaline murmured, hugging Timothy close and gently patting his soft hair. “Star is alright now. Your daddy saved him. He won’t be angry with you anymore. And you didn’t mean for it to happen, did you?”
Timothy pouted, his face scrunching in confusion. “I thought someone shoved me from behind,” he explained. “That’s why I tripped and pushed Star into the pond.”
Rosaline frowned. “Who could have done such a thing?” she muttered, her thoughts racing. “I’ll have someone investigate who else was in the garden that night!”
At that, Alana’s nerves began to unravel. “You shouldn’t believe everything a child says! Timothy’s just lying because he feels guilty!”
“I’m not lying!” Timothy’s face turned red with panic. “Someone really shoved me from behind!”
“Enough of your lies!” Alana snapped, raising her hand in a threatening gesture.
Rosaline’s eyes flashed with fury. “How dare you!” she shouted, stepping between Alana and Timothy. “Is this how you behave as a mother? I won’t let you hurt my grandson!”
Alana froze, realizing her mistake. She had overreacted, but her fear of Rosaline finding out the truth—about Alondra being the culprit—made her act irrationally.
Timothy, on the verge of tears, clung to Rosaline. “I told you she’s not my mom! I’ve never seen Auntie Emma treat Sun, Moon, and Star like that!”
Alana’s temper flared, but she bit her tongue, nearly cursing him out. She could see Rosaline’s anger boiling over, and it was clear that she wouldn’t hesitate to get physical with her.
As expected, Rosaline snapped, “You’re done here, Alana. Go to your room!”
“Madame Ryker…” Alana started weakly.
“Go,” Rosaline commanded coldly. “And make sure you coax Timothy to sleep later.”
“Yes, Madame Ryker,” Alana muttered, retreating up the stairs, her heart heavy with guilt and worry.
Timothy, still sniffling, buried his head in Rosaline’s chest. “Granny, I don’t want Alana to sleep with me. I want you.”
Rosaline whispered softly into his ear. “I’ll let you sleep with me if you do something for me.”
“What is it?” Timothy asked, eyes wide with curiosity.
“Pluck a strand of Alana’s hair and give it to me,” Rosaline said with a mysterious smile.
Timothy wrinkled his nose. “Why do you need her hair? It’ll be dirty!”
Rosaline’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I have my reasons. But you mustn’t let her know I asked you to do it.”
“Okay. I’ll get it for you, Granny,” Timothy agreed, nodding seriously.
Timothy scurried up the stairs, his little legs moving as fast as they could carry him.
Meanwhile, Alana was in the bathroom, preparing for a hot bath to unwind after a long day. But as she was about to step into the bathroom, Timothy’s voice came from behind her. “I’m sleepy, Mommy. Can you sleep with me?”
Alana sighed, already feeling the weight of her frustration. “You’re so annoying! I’ve been out all day, and I just want a hot bath!”
“You can take your bath after I’m asleep,” Timothy said with a pleading look in his eyes.
“What am I going to do with you?” Alana grumbled. “Children are so annoying!”
Timothy pouted in response, his lips sticking out in a little frown. Why doesn’t Pretty Mommy think children are annoying? She looks like she loves children!
Rolling her eyes, Alana grabbed Timothy and carried him to his room, dropping him onto the bed. “Sleep!” she ordered gruffly. “I’ll spank you if you don’t sleep in three minutes!”
“Ahh!” Timothy gasped, covering his bottom with his hands. “Don’t spank me, Mommy! I’ll sleep soon!”
“You’d better be sleeping then!” Alana said, leaning over to pin him down. Timothy seized the opportunity and plucked a strand of her hair.
“Ouch! That hurts!” Alana yelped, clutching her scalp.
“Sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to do that,” Timothy said, looking guilty.
“Sleep!” Alana growled, her patience wearing thin. “I’ll lock you in the bathroom if you don’t behave!”
“Okay, okay! I’ll sleep!” Timothy said quickly, hiding under the blanket and pretending to sleep.
Alana snorted in frustration, muttering under her breath, “Hmph! You’d better behave, you son of a…!” But she cut herself off, unwilling to finish her thought aloud.
