“Mum, did you set this up?” Taylor’s voice was low, but the weight of his anger pressed each word like a heavy stone.
His jaw was clenched, his fists balled at his sides as he glared at his mother, who stood frozen near the hallway.
Slowly, she turned to him, her face a mask of innocence trying to veil the guilt. She squared her shoulders and c****d her head as if she hadn't heard the question.
"Mum," Taylor repeated, this time louder and sharper. "Did you invite Sarah into my bed? You set this up, hoping she'd seduce me?”
Veronica let out a sigh, the veneer falling from her face as she regarded her son, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Fine," she admitted, her chin lifting in defiance. "Yes, I did. And I don't regret it, Taylor. It's for your own good. You need to move on."
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