"Claire, let's forget what happened today. Emma has always had this kind of personality, you don't need to overthink it," Gilbert said after a pause, walking over.
Claire's face was cold. "Mr. Watson, what do you mean by 'forget it'? Are you implying that I was the one at fault today and you're generously letting it go? Let me make this clear, I did nothing wrong. It was your woman who started it. She pushed me and stomped on me."
"I said let it go," Gilbert replied, frowning impatiently.
"And what if I don't?" Claire shot back without hesitation.
"Claire," his voice grew irritated, "Emma is Dean's mother. It's only natural for a mother to care about her son. Even if she's picky, that's her right."
Those words struck a nerve.
Yes, hat's wrong with a mother caring for her child?
Did that mean she, Claire, wasn't allowed to care for Dean?
