Chapter 17
Author
Let's skip and i know stroy from here so rest assured no long para and no writing like a novel anymore 😌
[ The Stevenson Mansion - At Evening ]
Naya stood in the kitchen, quietly stirring the dal. Her hands trembled slightly—Darren had been in a foul mood since morning. The clinking of glass from the living room signaled what was coming.
Darren Stevenson
*bangs his hand on the kitchen counter near Naya* What the hell is this?! This isn't what i wanted! 💢
Naya flinched. She knew better then to answer. But before she could step back, his grip was on her hand wrist, tight and painful.
Darren Stevenson
Are you deaf ? I asked you a question! ❄️
A sharp voice cut through the air like a blade as someone entered the kitchen
Mihan Stevenson(6)
Let go of my mom!!💢
Darren turned, glaring at the little girl standing at the doorway. Mihan's usual bright smile was gone, replaced by something unnervingly serious. Her small hands curled into fists, her eyes full of defense.
Darren Stevenson
*scoffs* Get lost brat, this is between me and her ❄️
Mihan Stevenson(6)
She's your wife not your prisoner!!💢
Naya Stevenson
( Is she... really 6 years old? )
Darren Stevenson
*eyes darkened, takes step towards Mihan*
Naya Stevenson
*Noticed, panicking* !! Mihan, go to your roo—
Darren raised his hand, but before he could take another step, another voice rang out.
Kristen ( Grandma )
What the hell is going on here ?!
Everyone's eyes fell on Kristen who was standing near the doorknob, holding a bag in her hand as she just came back from work.
( Note: The grandma works in a bank and comes back at evening )
The tension shattered. Darren exhaled sharply and grabbed his bottle, muttering under his breath as he stormed away.
Mihan didn't moved. she watched him go, a series yet cute look on her face, still angery.
Mihan Stevenson(6)
*run towards Kristen* Big mom! Papa is bad, he hurts mom.
Kristen signed, pulling out a candy bar from her bag and handling it to Mihan.
Kristen ( Grandma )
Go inside.
Mihan frowned but run away from the kitchen obidently
Kristen turned to Naya, her expression sharp.
Kristen ( Grandma )
A women's job is to keep the family together. Stop making him angery.
Naya lowered her gaze, her hands trembling. Was this her fault?
She swallowed the scream rising in her throat. Again...
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