She shrugged with a dismissive smile. "Bryan is faking his illness, and you're using it to manipulate Ashton. Come on, quit playing your innocent card."
I clenched my fists, glaring at her, my eyes bloodshot. I could feel the heat rising through my entire body. I'm about to explode. And this time, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back.
One more accusation about my son, and I'd make her regret it.
"Take back what you said about Bryan." I commanded, my voice low.
But she only smirked, ignoring the gravity of my words. "Why would I take it back, Kathryn? We all know it's the truth. Stop denying it."
So all this time, Ashton believed Bryan wasn't ill—that I was just fabricating his disease.
I took a deep, steadying breath.
"Take it back!" I yelled, my voice echoing as I stepped backwards.
"I won't take back anything, Kathryn! Bryan is faking his illness! He isn't sick! You're just using him to get Ashton's attention!" She shouted defiantly.
That was it.
I snapped.