"Glades has frozen Dad's bank card and blocked his finances."
James Horne's face darkened as he spat out the words, unable to stand his mother's madness any longer.
"What?" This time, Pheobe Rogers was even more shaken.
Without another word, James coldly left the house. No, this wasn't his home. His home was his own small villa. In this world, he seemed to have three homes, yet all three were incomplete. None had a complete set of parents, none offered complete love. He felt like a piece of meat, divided into three parts: one left with the Horne Family, one with his mother, and only one part truly went with him. All he desired was a complete home filled with love. Such a simple wish had become an extravagance.
Pheobe Rogers immediately slumped onto the couch, her face a whirlwind of emotions—anger, hatred, resentment, helplessness, and most of all, regret!
James's words kept echoing in her ears.
