Chapter 9 - My Mother Details Months Of Silent Psychological Torture
With Bianca locked in the back of the squad car, I returned to the sitting room where my mother sat sipping her warm tea.
I knelt down beside her armchair, taking her fragile, wrinkled hands in mine.
“Mom, why didn't you tell me she was treating you like this?” I asked softly, my heart aching with guilt.
“Because she threatened me, Julian,” my mother whispered, looking down at her teacup with haunted eyes. “She said if I told you, she would convince you I belonged in a nursing home.”
“She had me completely fooled,” I admitted bitterly, resting my forehead against her knees. “I actually started believing she was just being clumsy when she dropped things.”
“That was her master plan from day one,” my mother explained, her voice steadying as the adrenaline began to fade. “She started hiding my reading glasses, moving my medication bottles, and whispering in your ear that my memory was failing.”
“Unbelievable,” I muttered, clenching my fist so hard my knuckles turned completely white.
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“She wanted this house, Julian, but more than that, she wanted control over your entire life and empire,” my mother added, patting my shoulder gently.
“Well, her empire just crumbled into dust,” I said, looking toward the hallway where the security laptop still blinked in the den.
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