Chapter 102: The Confrontation

Hours after her visit to the hospital, Mrs. Woodwell reclined in an armchair in the grand living room, a glass of wine in her hand. The room was quiet, the only sound the ticking of an ornate grandfather clock. She savored the moment of tranquility, feeling satisfied with the day’s events. The serenity was broken as the door opened quietly, and Michael walked in, his face troubled. He stood silently for a moment, observing his mother before speaking. “Mother,” he began, his voice calm but edged with tension, “we need to talk.” Mrs. Woodwell raised an eyebrow, setting her wine glass down with deliberate calmness. “Michael, what’s the matter? You look upset.” Michael took a deep breath. “I know you went to see Gift today. What did you say to her?” Mrs. Woodwell sighed, her demeanor serene and untroubled. “I simply reminded her of the realities of our world. She needed to understand that she doesn’t belong with us.” Michael’s fists clenched at his sides. “Doesn’t belong? Mother, she