Unexpected Marriage With Mr. Leighton: Rebirth of the Villain-Chapter 87: OVERLY SENSITIVE

It was messed up for Carl to say something like that to Laurel, despite everything that she had done for him and all those years when she treated him like her own son.

But then, Carl was too proud to admit it; ultimately, he wanted to hurt Laurel because she kept bothering him.

Yet, it didn’t feel as good as he thought.

After what Carl said, both of them fell into silence, and without saying anything, Laurel left him alone just like how he wanted it.

Laurel simply nodded and then walked away.

For a moment, Carl wanted to call her; her name was already on the tip of his tongue—and apologize for the way he talked.

But he closed the door instead.

Carl tried to justify his action. Laurel indeed was not his mother. He only stated the truth. There was nothing wrong with that. All of them knew that she was not his mother. She was not his biological mother. She was in the wrong for being too sensitive when he was only telling her the truth.

He kept telling that to himself like a chant.

However, what hurt Laurel the most was when she tried to talk to James about what Carl just said. She was so hurt that her whole body was shaking when she talked to her husband.

"I don’t know why he is being cruel, but this is not like him." Laurel pressed her lips to prevent herself from crying. This was the most hurtful thing that she had ever heard.

For some reason, her heart was breaking apart.

"I see him as my own son; why did he act like that?" Laurel looked at James, who only sat there staring at her without saying anything.

Both of them were sitting on the sofa while the night grew darker outside. The wind was blowing from the open window, and it felt rather cold, though it was not as cold as James’s response, because the next thing he said broke Laurel’s heart even more. It shattered her heart into pieces.

"Why don’t you say anything?" Laurel asked him cautiously. She had this bad feeling; she shouldn’t have asked.

"Well, he was not wrong. You are indeed not his mother," James said in a small voice, as if he was not sure how to phrase his answer or whether he was not sure with the way Laurel would respond to it. But deep down, he knew it would be hurtful for Laurel.

"What?" Laurel’s voice sounded like a whisper; she couldn’t believe what she heard James actually say.

James agreed with what Carl said about her, that she was not his mother. Well, that was right; but at the very least, they should have the decency to remember what she had done for them for the last ten years. The words were too cruel, especially when her worry was not baseless.

Hearing that, Laurel stared at James in disbelief. She said nothing, and the silence was very loud between them. It felt like there was a big chasm that had been created, and James could feel that too.

He stared at his wife and tried to justify what he just said. "No, that’s not what I meant. I meant, he was not wrong. That’s the truth. That you are not his mother." James sighed. "You are only being sensitive, Laurel. Don’t think too much about it; he is just a teenager; he is in his rebellious phase. It will pass; don’t worry."

James stretched out his hand; he tried to touch her, but for some reason, Laurel didn’t want to be touched by him.

She felt disgusted; she didn’t know why, but this man before her eyes didn’t look like her husband anymore; she couldn’t even describe it. There was something that changed inside of her, or probably there was something that was broken, and no matter what James said and how he tried to justify what he and Carl said, it wouldn’t fix anything.

If anything, it would only shatter Laurel even more.

And when James tried to touch her again, she swatted his hand away. She frowned deeply, as if James had turned into an ogre.

This was not the man that he married. This was not the man that he fell in love with. This was not the man that she chose to stay with.

She thought this was her family. She wanted a family so bad, since hers couldn’t be called one.

"That’s not what I mean."

"What do you mean?" Laurel asked. She stood up now because she felt like she was going to combust if she stayed like this. "What do you mean with this? Why did you hurt me like this?"

"Laurel, please don’t be like this. You are overreacting right now. You are being very sensitive. I know that’s hurtful, but you don’t need to react this way."

"What do you mean I don’t need to react this way?"

"He didn’t say anything wrong. If you think about it clearly, you will know that you are overreacting."

Laurel couldn’t believe that the pain she was feeling right now was only an overreaction in James’s eyes. How could this man be like this to her? Why was he being like this to her? She couldn’t understand why.

She needed the answer, but she was afraid to find out and was too angry to ask.

James looked at her in the eyes and then sighed, as if Laurel was being difficult and was throwing a tantrum.

"Please, calm down, Laurel; it is already very late at night; there is no need for this disagreement and argumentation. Let’s fix this later. Come, let’s sleep."

James stood up, and he was going to take her hand, but the problem here was that Laurel was done.

"Come on, Laurel, you are being difficult here." James looked at her as he did to a child throwing a tantrum for being unreasonable. "You are only being overly sensitive. You will feel better after some sleep."

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