Chapter Eighty

"Please don't do this Bianca." Dylan halted in front of his mother's office. It was locked but he could still make out Idad’s voice. He knew it was inappropriate to eavesdrop but his curiosity got the better of him. He placed his hand on the doorknob and twisted ever so quietly until he could finally hear clearly their heated discussion.

"I was very clear from the beginning," his mother said. "If you feel that you can no longer obey my orders then you're free to leave."

"I know that there's no justification for what I did all those years ago and I know that you're still angry with me but I am still your mother and Dylan is my grandson you can’t ask me to leave just like..."

"Dylan!" Doña Bianca’s eyes rounded in surprise and Dylan was vaguely aware of pushing the door all the way and making his presence known. He glanced between the two woman in disbelief.

"Did I hear right?" he was facing his mother as he demanded. "Idad is my grandmothe