Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 153

The old lady watched his retreating back and exploded in anger, "You ungrateful wretch! It's that siren's fault, leading you astray, defying your own parents! I can't get a word in edgewise with you anymore! Fine, leave! Go far away and take that siren and her little demons with you, and never call me mother again!"

Madge's defiance was a slap in the face for her.

At that moment, the old lady's disdain for her daughter-in-law, Madge, reached its peak, and even Norris, her son, wasn't spared from her bitterness.

Of all the people in the world, why choose this one!

All of them, disobedient and ungrateful!

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On the way home, Norris was silent.

Seeing this, Madge gently took his hand.

Norris looked at her and smiled, signaling he was okay.

He had gotten used to his mother's favoritism over the years, and this wasn't the first time they had left on bad terms.

He used to endure it, but when it came to Roseanne, even Norris' patience had its limits against such slander.

Arriving home, Madge started to head to the kitchen to cook but was stopped by Roseanne.

"Mom, let me do it."

"You?"

Back at home, Roseanne never lifted a finger in the kitchen; it was always Norris who cooked and served her.

"Yeah, today you'll get a taste of my cooking."

"Don't end up burning the kitchen down," Norris joked, his mood lightening despite the earlier tension.

Roseanne, indignant, retorted, "Am I really that bad?!"

Both nodded in unison.

Roseanne was speechless.

When she finished and was about to join them in the living room, she overheard Norris, his voice choked with emotion, "Honey, our Anne... she must have had it tough out there."

"Yes, you can tell by the way she handles the vegetables and her skill stirring the pot; she must have cooked a lot."

Roseanne felt a lump in her throat.

In the middle of the night, a heavy snow fell, chilling winds howled outside, but inside, the family slept soundly.

Early in the morning, Roseanne overheard Norris, "The snow was so heavy last night, and the balcony door is broken. Let's avoid going out there for the next few days; we don't want anyone getting hurt."

Their old neighborhood had been home for decades. Although the building structure remained solid, the interior had aged and was vulnerable to extreme weather conditions.

Looking around, Roseanne realized for the first time how old their home had become, its decor a relic of the past.

"…Why are you blaming me? Which eye of yours saw me do it? Don't think just because you're some hot-shot author, you can throw accusations around!"

Outside, the argument escalated, and Roseanne and Norris hurried to the yard.

There they found Madge, eyes red and breath short, facing off against Louisa, who stood with her hands on her hips, exuding an air of casual triumph.