Originally, I should have gone to Detroit with them, but because of my physical discomfort and my sick mother, I temporarily stayed behind and only let my son go first.
A few days ago, Nate called and sent someone to pick me up.
Because he had started to take action, he wanted me to witness those people going to hell with my own eyes!
Thinking about what Samuel would face next, a slight smile crossed my mind.
Looking at them with disdain, I said coldly, "Samuel, we divorced six years ago. I have nothing to do with you anymore. Why should I apologize to Winnie for you? Are you out of your mind today?"
Bryan asked incredulously, "Mom, why don't you understand me and my dad? We want us three to reunite as a family!"
I looked at him contemptuously and said, "Hasn't your family already reunited? Also, your mom is in Detroit, but this is New York. You've come to the wrong place. Don't block my way. Move aside!"
After speaking, I pushed them away and walked forward.
Bryan looked at me in shock.
In the past, I wouldn't even say anything harsh to him, let alone push him.