Chapter 115

Lately, ma'am Imelda has been harbouring self criticisms about her manner of approach with which she confronted her son, Gustavo about his wife, Belinda. It wasn't like she was regretful of her utterances towards Belinda or anything like that, she still considered her a bewitching old hag who was not deserving of her son and heir apparent to the Rodríguez dynasty—the hotel Magnífico.

After the major fallout Imelda had had with Gustavo, it had shaken her up mostly because she had not seen him display as much violence as he had done that said day. The forcefulness with which Gustavo had hit the dining table with a fist punch had made her shriek loudly in her mind even though she had pretended not to be upset. It made her realize how much little she knew about her son—both of them, and now they were grown men.