Don't Be So Rash, Mummy.

"I will pounce on you and crush you to death if you finish that despicable statement," Jessica, Dillon's mother, threatened, walking fiercely to the roadside.

For some unknown reason, Ivy's heart skipped when she saw her.

Daniel didn't show a sign of fear, he tucked his hands in his pocket, turned, and beamed sarcastically.

"Ivy doesn't need to say anything. I am sure you have a hand in whatever that might have happened to him,"

Jessica scanned him from head to toe and retracted her gaze, uninterested.

"You heard what my son said. He doesn't want you and so I want you to pack the dirt you called clothes out of his house,"

Ivy scoffed sadly. She bit her lower lips and defensively stood in front of Jessica.

"My Dillon will never ask me to vacate our matrimonial home,"

"Ivy!" Jessica called, widening her eyes and trembling because of the anger that was igniting within her.

"Until then, enjoy while it lasts because your game ends when Dillon gets better and I will never