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Chapter 24
“Beautiful teacher, could you swing by earlier tomorrow?” Zachary’s tone was earnest, his usual aloof exterior melting into the air of a keen learner. “I’m struggling with a concept, and I want to tackle it tonight, then ask you about it.”
“Of course. You can count on me, Zachary,” Jane answered. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized that his peculiar demeanor was likely rooted in the absence of stable parental guidance. Just like any other child, he yearned for love and, when given, would reciprocate with obedience and charm.
Drake, who had been quietly observing from the corner of the room, rose to his feet. Zane’s gaze tracked Drake’s every action as he remained seated on the couch. What was their absentee father cooking up?
Jane paid no mind to the advancing Drake, focusing instead on Zane. “Zane, would you like to come home with Auntie?”
“Sure,” Zane replied enthusiastically, hopping off the couch.
Before he could reach Jane, Drake had already intercepted, positioning himself as a barrier. “How is Zac faring in his studies?” He asked, his casual gray attire and softened voice radiating an unfamiliar warmth.
“Zac is a bright, courteous kid. His sporadic tantrums are likely due to the absence of a steady parental figure.” Jane’s expression towards Drake remained neutral, her tone respectful. “Regardless of circumstances, Zac is your son, and as a CEO, I believe you understand the responsibilities that come with parenthood. I am merely his tutor. The task of imparting life lessons falls to you as his parent.”
Feeling the night stretching thin, she added, “I should leave you all to your evening.” With that, she gestured for Zane to join her.
“Miss Bentley, would you consider joining us for dinner?” Drake’s invitation came surprisingly gentle, his eyes flickering with myriads of unspoken emotions.
Politely declining with a warm smile, Jane responded, “That’s a kind offer, but I find the Warner family’s food not to my taste.”
From the sidelines, Zachary observed this interchange with brows knitted together in a frown. “Beautiful teacher, you put in so much effort to guide me. Wouldn’t you stay for dinner?” He nudged his father aside, playfully pulling on Jane’s sleeve. “My good friend Zane is also here.”
Observing Zachary’s charming display, an unexpected warmth bloomed in Jane’s heart. She wondered if she was becoming too attached to the boy, the same feelings she had for Zane and Zoe surfacing more than once. She chalked it up to her general fondness for children. Crouching down to Zachary’s level, she gently patted his head. “It’s getting late, and I have twe little ones waiting for dinner at home. How about we spend more time together some other day?”
Mention of the two children caused Drake’s demeanor to darken. Zane, observant as always, noticed this subtle change. Could this deadbeat father still harbor feelings for his mother? However, if his heart still clung to his Mommy, why the constant pursuit of other
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A sudden understanding flickered in his mind – could it be that Drake was unsettled by witnessing his Mommy thrive without him? Upon considering this, Zane’s gaze intensified immediately, acquiring a razor–sharp focus.
As Jane was about to leave, Annie had just returned.
“Isn’t it getting late, Miss Bentley?” Annie’s voice dripped with insincere sweetness. “Wouldn’t you like to join us for dinner?”
Upon seeing Annie, hostility flashed in Zane’s eyes.
Entering the room, Annie caught the two piercing stares. Her eyes narrowed, and she glanced at Zachary. A flicker of disdain passed over her face, unseen by Drake. Her gaze finally settled on Zane.
“Who’s this kid? One of yours?” She asked flippantly, sarcasm lacing her words.
Ignoring her provocation, Zane shot back in a frosty tone, “Who is this woman, Zac? Is she your mother?”
Annie moved closer to Drake, looping her arm with his, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. “Miss Bentley, feel free to join us for dinner,” she cooed, her voice dripping with feigned politeness. “We could use an extra hand in the kitchen, though. We have quite a few mouths to feed tonight.” As the lady of the house, Annie couldn’t hide her evident
disdain.
Zane was ready to confront Annie, but Jane signaled him to stay calm. She responded coolly, “No need to worry, Miss Carlton. The Warner’s home is large indeed, but I don’t count myself fortunate enough to dine here.”
Eager to follow her lead, Zane inquired, “Aunt Jane, who is this lady? And why does her nose appear so crooked?”
“Mind your language!” Upon hearing Zane’s words, Annie’s face twisted in anger. She couldn’t stand it when people commented on her appearance!
“Zane, don’t say such things. Her nose isn’t off. It’s her mouth,” Jane corrected.
Anne’s fury escalated to a boiling point. She possessed a heightened sensitivity towards her appearance, having invested a considerable sum in cosmetic procedures and countless revisions.
“Get out!” She ordered, her face flushed with anger, her finger jabbing towards the door.
From the corner, Zachary had been observing the entire drama. Listening to Zane and Jane criticize the woman he was supposed to call Mommy didn’t sadden him. Instead, his expression hardened.
“In this family, I make the decisions. They’re my guests. If they’re not welcome, you aren’t either!” he proclaimed.
His words stung Annie, a wave of resentment washing over her. She had taken him in as her own, and yet, he was proving to be ungrateful. He was undoubtedly Jane Bentley’s child! Rage simmered within Annie, yet she suppressed it. She had spent ample time with Drake, witnessing his profound affection for the child. The anger on her face vanished
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instantly, replaced by a blend of compassion and sorrow.
“Why do you speak to your mother like that, Zac?” she cried, swallowing her rage.
Drake fixed an icy glare on Zachary. “Is this how you address your elders? Didn’t Ms. Bentley teach you manners? Is this your level of respect?”
Zachary was left speechless, disbelief stirring within him.
Drake lifted his gaze to meet Jane’s. An unexpected pang ran through him. He quickly averted his eyes, masking his emotions, but a chill entered his gaze.
“Apologize to your mother, now!” he demanded.
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