Chapter 56: Chapter 56
Silence!
Something ought to have hooked everyone’s breath back in their lungs because there is not even a slight sign that anyone is releasing a breath.
Eyes are glaring at Liam sternly. More than a stupor, it is mental rejection that all of them are bathing in. Their faces look so disconsolate, almost dimming this huge room. Each one of them is lost in disbelief for a moment.
“You did not just say that, son!” Liam’s father is the first one to recuperate from the stupor. I guess he is the toughest of them all. And he looks dead daring. His eyes are wide open, brimming with redness. A sign of fury and disbelief is etched in them.
“Yes, I did, father. If my wife cannot perform any of her fucking sworn duties, I do not see the reason for having a wife. She is better off gone!” Liam affirms, daring his father back. He does not seem any less furious than his father. He is actually worse. He looks terribly pissed off. He looks like a volcano, ready to rapture.
His mother plants her straight flamingo legs on the floor. Her face conforms to raw ice. No one new to her can tell that she ever smiles. She actually does not do that so often, but this look makes her even more grave than I knew her to be. With the aid of her commendable long legs, she towers before us in a second, matching her son’s height and leaving us dwarfed under two demeaning figures. Mother and son face each other, each bold and daring enough to shake even the devil himself, but their demeanors rhyme so perfectly—no one is bowing or blinking to the other.
And as if trying to intimidate Liam more, as if trying to crush his boldness, all the four other human beings stand from their seats, and they make their way behind Mrs. Adams. A full, compelling, and demeaning force, armed with recharged fury, but still, not enough to even just grease Liam’s demeanor. I must admit that I am in love with this beasty side of him. That is why I am sticking this close to him to sample his bravery and also, just in case something goes amiss,
“You know you cannot offend and embarrass your in-laws like this, Liam!” Her mother hisses, bleeding nothing but wrath at her son.
“Offend? Embarrass, mother? What about me? Do you know how much embarrassment this inutile, plastic piece of trash that they call their precious daughter has caused me in this house? Do any of you know what I had to deal with for two fucking years in the name of this absurd marriage?” Liam howls. My decision to stick close to him was so right. I am even clutching his hand in an endeavor to calm him down a bit. But I doubt my remedy is working at all. His hand is trembling uncontrollably in mine.
“Our daughter is gold. We brought her well. Show some respect to her and to us as well, young man.” Mitch’s father states: Actually, it is kind of a command that makes Liam emit a bitter smirk as he shifts to the man.
“Sorry to disappoint you, sir, but this is worse than plastic. Unless the word gold alters its meaning, she can never be one.” Liam slaps the acrid truth in their faces.
I concur with him. How on earth can they equate something so worthless to gold, huh? Pathetic!
“Is that why you are cheating on her? Because you have found someone better? Is this trash beside you better than my daughter? Is this garbage the reason why you are willing to throw away everything?” Liam’s mother screeches, her index finger erect, almost poking my nose as she points at me.
Liam pins me to him as he grabs his mother’s hand. He pushes it down. “With all due respect, mother, I suggest you leave Lynn out of this. I will answer all of your questions, but don’t insult Lynn. She deserves nothing of this. I am not cheating on that woman with anyone, even if I have all the rights to do that.” Liam says.
“Your actions say otherwise, son. Ever since we got here, this girl has been by your side. Look at how you are hugging her in front of your wife and even under our watch! Only God knows what you do with her in the absence of everyone.” His father remarks as all the eyes try to murder me with their deadly glares.
I try to entangle myself, but I think Liam is on a mission to annoy the fuck out of them. He does not let me go. He instead presses me more tightly in a more protective way. Maybe I should also join him, yeah? All that these people have been doing ever since they got here is insulting me and throwing all sorts of godforsaken accusations at me. They are not even considering the mere concept that I am carrying their son’s child. I am making them grandparents, but they don’t seem like they give a fuck about it. They are acting like this, Mitch—ungrateful. Then who the fuck am I to care?
“I suggest that you talk to your son, Mr. Adams. We did not come here to be insulted, and neither do we deserve this. Maybe remind him of the contract he signed because he seems to have forgotten all about it.” Mitch’s father utters it coldly.
“Son…”
“I have not forgotten any of the damn clauses of that damn contract, Mr. Edward. I can receive all of them, from the first to the last. Do you want me to do you the honors?” Liam challenges.
Mr. Edward squeezes his eyes, as if gauging Liam’s mind. He is sensing that Liam knows something he probably should not have known. Something he was not supposed to know.
“And if you know what you signed, then you should know that even this woman shouldn’t be here. That is a breach of the contract on its own.” Mr. Edward stated, his eyes refusing to even blink so that they could capture each and every reaction from Liam.