The disbelief was sharp, almost painful. She decided to wait, wait until she could be alone with Olaedo before demanding answers.
Chibuzor turned to Mrs. Anozie, voice quick and anxious. "Mom, let me expla—"
"Don't call me that!" Mrs. Anozie cut him off, sharp and unwavering. Her tone was firm, almost icy. "I haven't earned that title from you, and I don't think I want to." Every word was measured, but the fire in her eyes betrayed her simmering anger.
Even she, usually composed, had her limits. Her gaze swept to Olaedo. "What is the meaning of this? What is this young man talking about?" Her voice was calm on the surface, but each syllable carried the weight of accusation.
Olaedo exhaled slowly, realizing there was no graceful escape. She rose, shoulders squared, to face the storm. "Mom, guys… can we please go upstairs and talk?" Her voice was calm, almost pleading, but firm enough to demand attention.
No one moved.
