MESSED WITH THE WRONG PERSON

Others had scolded him, hit him, mock him, but never had he seen someone shedding tears for him.

He knew it was for him, though he didn't know the reason. Since when did his dull mother know this kind of emotion?

She had always sat beside her husband and watched him being beaten up. She never stopped her husband, so why did she suddenly cry for him?

For his pain?

For the injustice, he had to suffer because of her stubbornness?

He didn't want this, but deep inside he knew he craved her attention and love, something he had never had.

And moreover, he could feel what others call the so-called sincerity and love behind the tears, and he was terrified of it.

He has received all kinds of emotions since his birth.

Hated by his father for not looking like him.

Shunned by grandparents for not being perfect enough.

Mocked by servants for not being loved.

Neglected by his mother for god knows what.

All his life he had only been around negative emotions. Emotions that made him feel suffocated and unwanted. Emotions that always reminded him that his existence was a burden to all the people in the Farrow family.

And all of a sudden, he could see a different kind of emotion.

The feeling of being wanted, and he was terrified by it.

"Don't come over! You stay away!" Ian shouted as he scurried away from Emery, his demeanour full of wariness.

Seeing him like that, Emery's heart broke. She felt suffocated.

Her son wasn't terrified by her, but by the emotion, she was emitting.

She was well aware that when a person is used to being in the dark, they get terrified by the slightest sight of light, even though it was the very thing they desired from the bottom of their heart.

Ian was afraid of the warmth he felt when he saw her crying. He was afraid this was all an illusion and it would disappear as quickly as it appeared.

"Ian..." Ian stiffened when he heard her calling him.

She had never called him this gently and lovingly... heck, she had never called him.

She had never given him a glance.

Ian backed almost to the corner. He kept looking at her warily. He was full of vigilance and worry that if the woman made her next move, he would be cornered. He kept looking at the sides, looking for the opportunity to move to another side of the room.

Though what he had anticipated didn't happen.

Noticing he wouldn't let her come near him, Emery didn't move.

"I am sorry... Mom knows mom has been wrong all this time, but now mom wants to change. Can you give mom a chance?" Looking directly into his eyes, Emery apologized and asked for the chance to change.

Ian couldn't believe it.

"Is she being serious?" Instead of asking Emery, Ian looked at the white deer which had been leisurely laying on the floor and looking at them talking, as if it was enjoying the drama.

Ian believed Snowy more than the woman in front of him, after all, it had been the only one to ever support him.

He was sure Snowy would never betray his trust.

But what Ian didn't know was that spirit animals always follow their partner's desires. They are spiritual beings connected to their partners and born of their partner's character.

Sighing at Ian's naïveté, Snowy nodded its head. Though it was understandable, Ian was still a child.

A child with little knowledge.

"I will give you one last chance. If you don't do as you have promised, then we are over. And remember, it doesn't mean I am giving you a chance because I trust you. If it weren't for Snowy vouching for you, I would never have agreed." Emphasizing each and every word, Ian walked to the sofa.

It was already late at night and he had been beaten in the afternoon too, so he didn't have the strength to keep arguing with the woman.

Since they had finished their conversation, all he wanted to do was sleep.

Emery also didn't force him, she let him sleep. Though she very much wanted to let him sleep in the bed, she knew how wary he felt of her, so she didn't say much.

She instructed the AI in the room to turn off the lights. Every room has an AI which controls the room's basic functions and it can be controlled by anyone.

Turning off the light, Emery waited for a while for Ian to sleep.

When she heard his uniform breathing, she shifted Ian from the sofa to the bed.

"My baby. Don't worry, mom will take you out of here by tomorrow. That trash will regret ever laying his hands on you. I will make sure of it," she gently tugged her baby under the quilt and promised.

Her usual dull and lifeless eyes flashed with determination.

She would make him so miserable that he would neither be able to cry nor laugh.

If he had only beaten her and made her life miserable, she would have still let it go as it was her stubbornness not to divorce him that made him irritable.

But to touch her son was a big no. Even a beast would love their child, but this trash hit their son under the guise of her cheating on him, fully knowing it was not true.

She would let him know he had messed with the wrong person.

Tomorrow she would let him have his wish and leave him for good.

Since he was jumping for divorce why not give him one? But not without him fulfilling her conditions.

She would make sure to take a whopping amount of alimony from that guy.

"Now that the little prince has fallen asleep, shall we have a conversation?" A melodious voice spoke by Emery's side.

"Umm let's have one. It's been a while," Emery nodded as she looked at the source of the sound.