Chapter 112 I Know What Sort of Person She Is

’Just what sort of bewitching spell did she cast on him? Before their divorce, they appeared to be married but were like strangers. They just spoke to each other courteously, so why now?’ Zephaniah cast a glance at the large amount of food on the table in front of him and curled up his lips. There was a hint of mockery in his smile. “You don’t believe in your son’s words, yet believe in the rumors outside.” “I—” His mother found herself speechless. Zephaniah picked up his chopsticks again and picked up some food from a dish nonchalantly before putting it in his mouth. “It’s up to me whether or not I want to help her,” he said in a light manner. “You don’t have to interfere in this matter. If you still care about the Owens’ dignity, don’t cause a big ruckus.” Slap! His mother slammed the chopsticks in her hand heavily on the table. Anger showed up on her well-kept face. “You’re telling me not to interfere? Am I not allowed to take matters into my own hands now? You’re turning against