Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 508

Kathleen stared at the disconnected call, frustration boiling over as she knocked the tray in front of her to the floor.

The freshly made chicken soup spilled over, the porcelain bowl shattering on the ground with a crisp sound.

"Ma'am…" The servants collectively trembled.

"Out! Get out—all of you—" Kathleen pointed towards the door, her usually well-maintained face unusually twisted in anger.

The servants filed out in silence.

Kathleen stumbled back, collapsing onto the couch as her chest heaved dramatically.

Over the years, she had been trying to mend the strained relationship with her in-laws.

The old man was manageable, gradually moving from initial cold blame to a calm acceptance. Although he wasn't as close as before, it was bearable.

But the old lady…

Though she never said it aloud, her heart was filled with blame, never showing Kathleen a shred of kindness.

"Sir's back…"

The butler's voice came from outside, followed by footsteps approaching.

Teague Sullivan stepped through the front door, only to be greeted by the mess. His expression unchanged, he glanced at Kathleen's still furious figure on the couch.

Without a word, he headed upstairs.

Seeing him ignore her, Kathleen couldn't help but stand up, "Aren't you going to ask why I'm upset?"

Teague turned around, leisurely unbuttoning his cuffs, disinterestedly replying, "As long as you're happy."

It can be replaced if broken, and the floor can be cleaned if dirty.

Always like this!

He was always like this…

"Teague, I'm your wife! Can't you at least care about how I feel?!"

He raised an eyebrow, "Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?"

"…"

"We've been doing this for years, what's gotten into you now?"

It was always her fault!

Kathleen erupted—

"Are you trying to say that my parents hate me, that it's all my fault, that I deserved it?!"

"You two, my husband and my son, neither of you stands by me, thinks for me."

"My parents, yet you deliberately leave me out, going to dine with them alone. Do you think that's appropriate, Teague?!"

He watched her hysterics calmly, his eyes devoid of any turmoil, "They're your parents, but they're also my in-laws. What's wrong with me dining with them?"

"In-laws? Right, because no matter which daughter you married, they would still be your in-laws, wouldn't they?"

Teague's brows furrowed, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Is it that you don't understand, or you're pretending not to? Isn't it true? You're so good to my parents, making time to visit them abroad every year, yet you never take me with you."

She spoke deliberately, "Teague, whose filial piety are you demonstrating?!"

His face emotionless, he finally spoke, "Why I don't take you, don't you know the reason?"