“Morning Emma, what brought you here so early?” I asked. “Can we talk privately? I need your help with something.” She says and glances at Brady. “I will go get myself some coffee.” Brady says and gets up and walks out of the lounge. This game is really starting to piss me off.
“What is it, Emma? I am actually on my way out.” I say and she frowns. “Out where? And where is Matthew?” she asks. “I don't think it's really any of your business where I am going. And Matthew left with his mother. I will meet them when I leave here.” I said, feeling super annoyed at being questioned by this b***h.
“How could you let her take him? What if she runs off with our son?” she asks me with wide eyes. “Our son?” I ask. “Yes, she is not his mother, I am,” she says, smiling brightly. “No, Liz is his mother
