Enzo's POV
"Get out!" Claudia yelled.
"Hello, mother," I responded calmly., walking towards her.
"Don't call me that!" She screeched.
"Why? Does it make your ear bleed? Or you're just pained, you're an old barren witch?" I spat.
"How dare you?" Claudia hissed, slapping me on the face. It echoed, leaving a stinging heat on my cheek, but I didn't flinch. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
"I must have touched a nerve," I muttered, staring at her with so much hate. Mom's face had started to show little signs of wrinkles. Her blonde hair was packed in a low bun.
"Now, I can see where Seraphina got the attitude from," I mocked.
Her face turned pale, and anger flashed in her eyes. "You have no right in this mansion. Stay away from Seraphina, do you hear me?"
I became angry. "Stay away? I'm your real son. She's not."