Hearing Joshua's words, Quentin chuckled. "Didn’t the feud between the Landry family and the Lynch family happened all because the Landrys killed Lucy?"
He rubbed his chin slowly as he added, "I remember how terrible Lucy looked when she was dead..."
A fake sympathetic expression overtook Quentin's face while he sighed. "What a beautiful, smart woman. Too bad...she met her untimely end just because Charles Landry didn't care about her and had neglected her. Tsk, tsk, tsk! I heard a dozen men—"
"You shut up!" Jim snarled, shooting up from his seat before Quentin finished his sentence. With anger fueling him, Jim reprimanded him fiercely, "I won't allow you to say such a thing about my mother!"
However, Jim's enraged expression merely made Quentin chuckle. "Mr. Landry, why are you so angry? I remember that you were only a one-year-old when Lucy passed away. Rosalyn has taken care of you since then and treated you like her son. Aren't you afraid that you might break Rosalyn's heart for defending a mother that you've never met?"
Quentin's every word struck Jim's most sore nerves. He squinted and clenched his fists tightly. "It's not up to you to comment on my relationship with both of my mothers!"
The angrier Jim became, the happier Quentin was. He smiled faintly while taking a sip of his tea. "Two mothers... A normal person only has one mother and will only recognize one. If you have to choose, who will you choose? Lucy, your birth mother, or Rosalyn, who had raised you?"
Jim squeezed his brows together. "You!”
No one had ever dared to question his birth contemptibly, and no one ever dared to ask at all!
He stalked toward Quentin, his entire being rattled with rage.
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