“I’m just here to check on Lucie. My ex-daughter-in-law,” Miranda said, putting extra emphasis on “daughter-in-law” and refusing to even look at Bria.
“Lucie, sweetheart, I heard you got hurt and landed in the hospital. I had to come see you.” As she spoke, Miranda turned and took a thermos from the maid. “I had a special bird’s nest soup made just for you. It’s supposed to help you recover.”
Lucie’s brows knit together, and she shifted uncomfortably. Ever since she married into the Heath family, Miranda had been cold and distant. Over time, she’d only gotten worse—like something out of a nightmare mother-in-law story. And now that she and Steven were divorced, Miranda was suddenly all warmth and concern.
While she talked, Miranda had already pulled out a bowl and was ladling out the soup. “Here, Lucie, have a taste.”
“Cody, come to Grandma so your mommy can eat,” Miranda coaxed.
But Cody just clung tighter to Lucie, his little voice trembling with tears. “No… I want Mommy.”
Miranda pressed her lips together, her heart aching at the scene. Then she spun on her son. “Look at this. Do you see how lost your child is without his mother? I really don’t know if you’ve lost your mind or just banged your head somewhere. Things were perfectly fine, and you had to go and ruin everything with this divorce, throwing away a wife like Lucie.”
Steven looked strung out. “Mom, can you not make this worse? Please just go home.”
“Make things worse?” Miranda slammed the bowl on the bedside table, her voice shooting up. “If I hadn’t come, you two would’ve bullied Lucie to death by now!”
She whipped her head toward Bria, her glare icy. “And you. Why couldn’t you just live your own life? You had to stick your nose into someone else’s family. Did you really think marrying into the Heath family would be so easy?”
“Have you even looked in the mirror? Do you think you’re good enough for my son?”
“Let me be clear. The Heath family isn’t some place you can just walk into. As long as I’m alive, you can forget about it. I only recognize one daughter-in-law, and that’s Lucie.”
Before, Miranda had found fault with Lucie for everything. Now, with Bria in the picture, her attitude toward Lucie had done a complete one-eighty.
Bria’s face went white, her hands shaking on her wheelchair’s armrests. “Mrs. Heath, how can you say that? Steven and I love each other. If not for what happened back then—”
Miranda cut her off, her patience gone. “Back then? I don’t give a damn about the past!”
“It’s a different world now. Who cares what happened years ago? Even if you helped our family back then, we never treated you badly.”
“So why can’t you just be satisfied? You think you can actually marry my son? Keep dreaming. You’re like a toad trying to eat swan meat.”

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