Like a mother

"Young Master! What was that just now?" Suzy glared at Irvyn with anger filled in her eyes. "How could you behave like that with your wife?"

"Did I say something wrong? What's with that behavior and nagginess? She didn't eat a bit the whole day, how the hell she isn't hungry and going to eat this little?" Irvyn got angrier even more. To him, her act seemed like her being naggy or pretentious.

"She is just a young girl being humble. Of course she would get awkward in a new place," aunt Suzy pressed her forehead, feeling irritated by his words. "If you were that concerned about how little she was trying to eat, that's not the words you should have said to her."

Aunt Suzy took the bowl of soup she had served for Yvette, took that into a tray, and went ahead towards her room. Before going up the stairs, she gave one look back at the guy who had a stern look on his face, glaring at the plate of his as if it was some kind of thing he hated to the core of his heart. "You should take the responsibility if you went ahead and brought a girl this young to carry out the plans you have in your mind. She isn't obliged to live the way you want her. She is a human being, and your wife. Not an enslaved person." She turned around, and stepped up the stairs raising loud noise echoing the entire house, venting her disappointment on her young master.

"That was just a taunt, what's there to take this seriously?" Irvyn sighed loudly. His mood to eat anymore was totally ruined, so he took the plate and tossed the food into a separate box, and put those into the fridge. And after cleaning the plate, he left the dining room and went back to his bedroom, with the phone in his hands.

– – – – – –

*knock* *knock*

"Yve, can I come in?"

Yvette glanced back to the door of her room she shut. It was aunt Suzy. Yvette was about to call her friend Summer, as she has a lot of things to say to her, but aunt's voice made Yvette's fingers stop on the mobile screen.

"If you want to convince me about how I shouldn't vent my anger on your young master and come down to eat, please go back, aunt. I am not eating anything. I lost my appetite," Yvette angrily sat straight on the bed, squeezing one of the soft cushions. She felt like she could tear apart all the comfy looking cushions, and destroy those beautifully designed cushion covers in a wreck.

"I never said that, dear. In fact, I am on your side. You should definitely be angry at him," Suzy tried to speak as softly as possible, attempting to melt Yvette's hurt pride. "But, Yve, don't you think it's really a bad omen to vent your anger on food just because of someone saying something or behaving rude to you?"

Yvette was furiously tapping her left foot on the floor, but her words made her movement freeze. She couldn't help but hold her breath for a brief second.

There was a weird silence in there for a couple of minutes, and aunt Suzy was confused. She couldn't figure out what else she can say to make Yvette open the door for her, so that she can feed this poor girl. Just when she was torn apart, thinking hard about what to say, the room's wooden door flew open, with the girl in question standing before her, along with a pair of sky blue eyes pooling with moisture.

"Oh my, Yve," Suzy hurriedly got in the room, placed the tray on the bedside table, and pulled Yvette in a hug. "You fine, dear?"

"You reminded me of my mom," Yvette buried her face in Suzy's shoulders, weeping as soon as she was pulled in a hug.

"It's okay, darling. It's okay," Suzy was shocked by what she heard. "They gave you out in exchange for the loan money, and you are still missing them?"

"Oh, no-no. That's not it," Yvette immediately broke away from the hug a little, shaking her head sideways. "It was my aunt. My maternal aunt. My parents… they are no more in this world."

"Ah Jesus, what a poor thing to happen," Suzy gasped in shock, hearing her words. And she kept patting Yvette's head until she calmed down and stopped crying.

"Thanks, I am alright now," Yvette wiped her face roughly with her hands, which was a mess thanks to crying so much.

"If that is so," Suzy went back and took the tray of soup in her hands before turning back to her. "Shall we get the eating done?"

– – – – – –

Irvyn tossed and turned in the bed restlessly, but no matter how hard he tried, he wasn't able to sleep.

"Oh goodness, what's with this sleep now?" He sat up on his bed, totally annoyed. "Nothing is going on my way today." Suddenly, Yvette's angry face crossed his mind, making him even more annoyed. "And talk about her tantrums. Fine, just stay hungry then. What's with that attitude?"

Irvyn let out a sigh. The way he is wide awake right now, without the slightest bit of sleepiness in his eyes, he is sure that if he doesn't take any steps, he is going to stay awake all night.

"I'll rather get some medicine and sleep," he reached out to the small drawer on his bedside table, and took out a new packet of sleeping pills. But suddenly his hands froze in the middle of opening the packet. "She surely would snap out at me if she ever knows."

Without any other choice, he put the packet away, and got off from his bed, hoping to go out and get some fresh air. Just the moment he was out of his room, he caught a glimpse of the room just beside him. Since the door was ajar, he glanced inside, and saw his caretaker aunt Suzy lovingly feeding soup to Yvette. And soon, a few words came to his ears.

"You really remind me of my mother."