But when Jimmy occasionally told him a story, even if it was something he wasn't interested in, he could fall asleep peacefully.
I smiled self-deprecatingly. It turned out that all my attempts to please him, all my tolerance, were one-sided.
The child I doted on for five years, it turned out, had his own biological mother.
So no matter what I did, he always found something wrong with it.
Nothing I did pleased him.
“Ashley is smart enough to keep Marci hidden right under Chrystal’s nose,” Jimmy said smugly.
“Chrystal’s too softhearted. She’s raised Marci for five years—of course she’s attached. She’ll never abandon him.
“When she gets older, the Watts Family’s house, car and savings will all go to Marci.”
“Then Marci can bring Ashley back, mother and son reunited and I can finally rest in peace.”
He floated around, his tone becoming lighter, "So what if she takes the house back temporarily?"
"These things come later. It's all still Marci's place. Chrystal is just an outsider.”
“At most, she'll only benefit for a few more years."
Ashley's face flushed red. Her previous weak and pitiful appearance vanished, replaced by anger in her eyes, "Chrystal, do you have to be so ruthless?"