Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 423 His Mother-In-Law (Beatrice Dismay)

“What happened to Mom?” I asked Vincent for more details soon after I left Akin’s room. I was worried for him, and

leaving him alone was hard when I knew there were people here who didn’t like the sight of him. But my mother’s

degrading health saddened me.

“Your mom wants to spend time with you,” Before Vincent could say a word, Igor joined us in our brisk walk toward

my mother’s room.

“Vincent told me she is not feeling well,” I said, following Vincent briskly.

“That’s true. She is not,” Igor added. He was calmly walking behind me and worrying me.

He had no job when he came with me.

“May I know what happened?” I hate that I had to constantly pester them for details.

“Food poisoning,” Igor replied without displaying any harshness in his voice.

“The water here was always salty. We brought food and water from outside the lair, so maybe her stomach had a

difficult time adjusting to it,” he then explained, and I nodded in worry.

“You don’t have to follow me all the way to her room. She will be fine. I will take care of her,” I finally stopped

outside her room and told him, watching him look at me intensely.

Every time I spoke badly to him or told him to do something, he would go silent and just stare at my face as if he

were contemplating what to do with me.

“I am here for her. I was also informed just a minute before you,” he made an attempt to explain why he was

tailing me, but I wasn’t satisfied.

It seemed like he needed alone time with my mom and me to probably say some nonsense.

But I’ve decided not to accept any bulls*hit from him when it comes to Akin. They don’t know him the way I do.

“Okay,” I sighed, and I got into the room where my mother was sitting on the couch with her arm extended and the

lair’s doctor checking her blood pressure.

“It was something she ate,” the doctor said in simple words before heading out of the room.

“Ah, my daughter is here. Now I will feel better,” mom spread her arms for me and asked me to sit with her. I sat

down and then hugged her, resting my head on her lap.

“Anything that comes from them is poison,” Igor said, but I decided to ignore him. I could go on arguing with him

about his behavior towards the brothers, but I reckoned my mom would get anxious about us bickering in front of

her.

“Beatrice, my dear daughter!” Mom then made me lift my head so that she could cup my face in her soft hands.

“Why did you hide the truth from us?”

I frowned and turned my face to Igor, thinking about what it was about.

“What truth?” I questioned.

“That coat. His coat found on the crime scene suggests his involvement,” mom claimed, making my heart sink in

my chest.

Obviously, they were not over this conversation. There was a crazy pervert on the loose.

“Because he is innocent,” I stated, and a chuckle from Igor made me close my eyes to calm my racing breathing.

“Mom! Do you trust my judgment?” I asked, and she sighed.

“I would love to believe you, but I do believe you are very naive,” she stated with a sorrow-filled sigh, heaving her

l*ips.

“You have lived your entire life with those cunning creatures. You admitted that you didn’t have a good childhood

and that you didn’t even know about your identity until some time ago. So tell me again, on what basis should we

believe in your judgment?” Igor dragged the whole sofa closer to us and sat facing me.

While I was glaring at his face, my mother nodded vigorously.

“I agree with him. You have lived with those creatures. It seems like-,” she paused when she couldn’t find the

correct word.

“Stockholm Syndrome,” Igor mumbled, and I rolled my eyes hard at him. Obviously, he looked it up.

“Some people fall in love with their captors,” he explained to my mother while I breathed in exhaustion.

“You are making up stories, and my mother is believing you. Tell me again, how is my mother’s situation any

different from mine? She has been trapped here under a despicable ruler all her life. Do you think she is making

this judgment for herself or just following your beliefs?” I knew my words would sting, but they were the right way

to put into words that I know everything about Igor.

“So you think I’m not capable of understanding people?” My mom’s voice was low and carried sadness.

“Fine. Look me in the eye and tell me this man over here is the best man for me,” I said as I pointed my finger at

Igor’s chest, and the tip of it accidentally brushed against his skin. He lowered his head and briefly stared at where I

had t*ouched him before clearing his throat and stretching his neck. 

My mom’s silence was another reason why he began to look anxious. I could tell he wanted and expected my

mother to take his side.

“He is still better than Akin,” once again, she disappointed me when she stated that.

“You know what? I think it’s because you two have not spoken in private before. Get to know each other first and

then decide,” my mom forced a smile onto her l*ips when begging me to spend time with him.

“There is no point in wasting my time, Mom! I’m not choosing him over Akin,” I shrugged and noticed the way Igor’s

jaw clenched.

“Hm, I believe you don’t know something then. In our lair, we don’t accept rivals. We fight them and kill them to

claim our mate,” he then said in his genuine tone, filled with menace and cruelty.

I just stared at his face, as I wanted to let him know that if he hurt Akin, I’d come after him.