Before I could reach it, Yedda snatched it up.
"Yes, we're on our way," she said sweetly.
Then, looking at me, disheveled and beaten, her expression turned to one of contempt.
"Boyce, looking at you now, there's no way we can take that family photo.
"I don't want you ruining my mom's last wish."
I kept my gaze down, not even wanting to look at her.
Perhaps trying to provoke me further, she looped her arm through Raymond's, her voice turning soft and tender.
"We'll take the family photo—the three of us."
Raymond looked taken aback. "But... your mom doesn't like me."
Yedda glanced at me.
"The one she treated like a son used her as a pawn in a petty love triangle, and when things got tough, he just wanted to walk away.
"But the one she didn't like stayed by her side. My mom's no fool; she knew who truly cared.
"Come on, let's go change, and then we'll bring my mom over."
As they walked back inside, I followed them, wiping the blood from my nose, my steps unsteady.
Raymond noticed and couldn't resist a sneer.
"Look who's back—the dog that just won't leave."
Yedda let out a frustrated huff.
"My patience is gone. Didn't you want a divorce, Boyce? Fine, I agree."