Years had passed, and she was still the same old fibber.
Marcus raised an eyebrow, murmuring, "You might be able to kid yourself with that, but don't think you can pull wool over my eyes.”
“Marcus, I’m your mother, why would I lie to you? If you don’t want to talk about your wife, let’s talk about your sister, Bri.” Courtney was a pro at changing the subject. “Bri’s all grown up, but she hasn’t really done anything substantial. You need to teach her something; she can’t always rely on you.”
Who was she to meddle in Briana’s life now that she had grown up? She didn't care about her when she was a kid.
Marcus didn’t want to waste his breath on her. “Spit it out. Why are you here this time?”
Courtney smiled, “Of course I’m here to celebrate the New Year with you. You were always busy and away from home. I wanted to come, but never had the time. Now that you happen to be in Paris, which is not far from me, I decided to put other things aside and spend the New Year with you.”
“You never celebrated the New Year with us when we were kids, there's no need to play pretend now.” Marcus gestured for her to leave, “My family is waiting for me to have dinner; you can go now.”
“Marcus, I admit I made mistakes in the past. I want to make amends; you should give me a chance. Besides, you have your own family now, you might not need me as a mother, but you should consider Bri.”
“How dare you bring up Bri? Don’t make me kick you out.” Not kicking her out was already the greatest respect he could show her.
“If you want to kick me out, at least let me finish my speech.”
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