“Mother,” Janelle said calmly. Mary’s words struck deeply and Janelle was trying not to let it show.
“Don’t ‘Mother’ me,” Mary hissed. “I’m ashamed of your behavior, Janelle. I raised you to be better than this. I raised you to take care of your husband or suffer the consequences. You ignored me and deserved everything he did to you.”
Janelle gasped and drew back.
“That’s enough,” Nathan snapped from the doorway. McClane, standing beside his leg, quietly bared his teeth at Mary. “The way I see it, you taught your daughters to be doormats and never expect to be treated as anything more. Nobody deserves the kind of abuse they’ve received.”
Mary wheeled around to face him. “First, this is none of your concern. If you think you have any place in my daughter’s life, you’re mistaken. I’ll make sure of that. Second, Richard didn’t abuse Kelsey, and any cruelty he displayed toward Janelle was because of her own actions.”
“I wasn’t referring to Richard’s abuse, I was talking about yours,” Nathan said calmly, his eyes glittering with anger, all directed at Mary.
Mary’s jaw dropped as she glanced over her shoulder at Janelle then slowly returned her focus to Nathan. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing? I would never say or do anything to hurt my daughters.”
Janelle rolled her eyes and shook her head as she rose to her feet. She slowly walked around her mother and toward Nathan.
“Every vitriolic word I just heard from your mouth would suggest otherwise,” Nathan growled.
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