Chapter 183 It’s Always About Ophelia


    Tassach’s face turned icy. “What the hell are you talking about, mom?”


    Mrs. Conduibh knew instantly that she misspoke. But, she thought, it’d be okay if she told him all about


    it after all this time. Because her own son wouldn’t turn against her just for some girl, would he?


    “She would have gotten locked up a long time ago had I not dropped thewsuit against her.”


    Tassach looked thunderous as he clenched his fingers into a fist. “Don’t you think you were way out of


    line, mom?”


    “How was I out of line?” demanded Mrs. Conduibh, “and how will that uneducated woman with inferior


    upbringing ever be good enough for you? She wanted to be the modern Cindere and marry a


    prince, well then, I buried her under the cinder. But she got lucky, scoring herself Zachariah Chambers


    the moment you were out of her life. If you ask me, I think she was stringing both of you along, because


    how else could she have married into the Chambers family so quickly? Only a fool like you would fall


    for her innocent pretense. Do you know the kind of reputation she has with the upper ss? They all


    regard her as a gold-digger who would service someone’s grandpa for money. It’spletely beyond


    me how you would fall for this cheap skank.”


    “Mom!” yelled Tassach, infuriated, “I would never, never expect such acrimony and hostility from you –


    directed towards a girl you’ve hardly met, no less! I don’t think I even know you anymore. To me, you


    were always so kind and gentle, but today? To be frank with you, mom, you let me down today.”


    Staring at him incredulously, Mrs. Conduibh asked, “Are you seriously censuring your own mother for


    that cheap woman?”


    “If you were right, mom, I would absolutely respect you, but nothing you just said shoulde from an


    educated and respectabledy like yourself. That was genuinely disappointing.”


    Mrs. Conduibh, angry and distressed, pointed a shaky finger at Tassach. “How dare you. I’ve been a


    loving mom to you for almost thirty years, but now I couldn’tpare to her. What exactly is so great


    about her that got you follow her around like a loyal puppy after more than four years? Do you wish me


    dead, Tassach? Are you trying to get rid of mepletely?”


    “That’s by no means what I meant, mom. I’m just a bit disappointed in you today, that’s all.”


    Chest heaving, Mrs. Conduibh struggled for breath. “You really fancy yourself as a top dog now, huh,


    criticizing your own mother like this. You’llnd me in a hospital if you continue like this.”


    But Tassach didn’t budge. “I never intended to criticize you, mom, but don’t you think you were out of


    line?”


    Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Conduibh said, “Ophelia Lowe is in your past, my dear boy. She married


    into a prominent family and is herself a properdy now, and she won’t be yours no matter what


    feelings you still have for her. Why don’t you abandon that sinking ship and settle down with Grace?”


    Stone-faced, Tassach replied, “I don’t like Grace, like, at all. And I’ll continue to be indifferent about her


    even if she’s a goddess of beauty.”


    Mrs. Conduibh could feel anger burning in her chest like a fire. “Will you ever stop before you murder


    me with that crappy attitude?”


    Tassach pursed his lips inplete silence.


    Mrs. Conduibh started her guilt-tripping routine. “Is this how you treat your own mommy?” she wailed,


    “the woman who poured her heart and soul into raising and caring for you? I didn’t say anything when


    you took the side of the skank in the past, because you were young and blinded by love. But now, at


    almost thirty, your impetuous usations against me for some random woman is like a stab in my


    heart. Do you understand that?”


    Tassach remained sitting silently on the sofa.


    Mrs. Conduibh felt a rage building up in her. “Are you really turning against your mother for some


    woman, son?”


    “Mom,” spoke Tassach, his voice slightly cracked, “I simply want an answer on what happened four


    years ago.”


    “What answer? The only answer I have for you is that she was a gold-digging woman who slept


    around, and that you were way out of her league.”


    Tassach rose suddenly and stared down his mother. “I’m not having this fight with you. You don’t want


    to give me a straight answer? That’s fine. I’ll be off then.”


    “Stop right there!”


    Tassach stopped walking. “Anything else you want from me?”


    “You will stay here for the night, and tomorrow you wille with me when I go meet the Kings. Grace


    is very upset right now, and her parents are also very angry at you for having treated her like that. So


    you’lle with me and apologize to her in person tomorrow.”


    “No, I will not,” retorted Tassach.


    “Tassach!” yelled Mrs. Conduibh, whose volume was high enough to wake up the entire house.


    “What is happening?” came an elderly voice from upstairs, “I can hear your fight from my room.”


    Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Conduibh rose and walked over to give old Mr. Conduibh a hand. “What are


    you doing downstairs, sir?”


    “I’m here to stop you from killing each other, is what I’m doing,” answered the older man, shooting her a


    look.


    Mrs. Conduibh, in return, could only force out an awkward smile.


    Sitting down on the sofa, old Mr. Conduibh pointed at the other end of sofa and demanded, “Sit down,


    Tassach.”


    But Tassach remained standing up stubbornly.


    “I don’t want to have to ask twice.”


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    And sit down Tassach did, finally.


    “Now tell me, what are you two fighting about this time?”


    Tassach was silent. Mrs. Conduibh, however, spilled out herints. “It’s that Ophelia woman,


    again. He came back today to interrogate me on what I’d done four years ago.”


    It was always about Ophelia.