Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1817
Rodney was sulking.
He had praised Freya’s wonderful figure, so she was supposed to be glad about it.
Why was she so mad?
It was just too difficult to grasp a woman’s thoughts.
Freya gave him attitude the entire afternoon.
She was barely nice to him anyway. Feeling used to it, Rodney did not take it to heart. It was only after Mrs. Lynch started staying with Freya to look after her and their baby did he gradually understand how Freya and her mother got along with each other. He could not help but sigh internally.
After dinner, Mrs. Lynch took a bowl of chicken soup upstairs for her daughter.
When Freya finished the bowl of chicken soup, Mrs. Lynch glanced around the bedroom before she sat beside her. “Have you and Rodney been sleeping in separate rooms?”
Freya froze for a moment. “I don’t even like him. How amiably do you expect me to treat him? He even wanted me to abort the baby for the sake of another woman. Also, he has such poor taste that he fell for a woman like Sarah. What a blind man he is?”
“Fine. He’s blind. But as if you’re not.” Mrs. Lynch shook her head. “You liked Patrick before this, but what did he take you for? He even stood us up when we planned to discuss your marriage at that time. You treated him so well that you even gave up a great job for him after graduating, yet he ended up getting together with his childhood sweetheart and dumping you. What was worse, he claimed that you were narrow-minded and not understanding enough. He also beat you up.”
“Mom, why do you always have to bring up the same old boring issue?” Freya bit her lip. It was her most shameful past. Even the mere mention of it made her embarrassed.
Mrs. Lynch shook her head. “You think that Rodney is blind, and you look down on him for having loved a woman like Sarah. But what about you? You were blind as well. You wasted your youth because of that sc*mbag. What gives you the right to hold him in contempt when you’re the same?”
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