His Past

Amelia's throat tightened. 

 

Logan paused briefly before continuing, "Mrs. Perry, you seem to enjoy raising other people's sons, but unfortunately, I don't share that sentiment." 

 

"You're being insolent!" Amelia seemed to have been struck in a sore spot, finally losing her temper. She trembled with rage and shouted, 

"Logan, I'm your mother! How dare you speak to me like this?!" 

 

Logan lazily twirled a fruit knife between his fingers, his tone indifferent. 

 

"Mrs. Perry, you're well aware of what kind of worthless failure your adopted son is. If you're interested in playing house with him, be my guest, but I have no patience for babysitting idiots." 

 

"You—!" Amelia's face turned red with fury, her voice rising in anger. "In any case, the South City land will go to your brother, or don't blame me for what happens next!"