He opened the handbag next to me without any regard for me, took out the preserved fruit and put it in his mouth.
But soon, he spat it out.
"Bah! It's so sweet. Mom, it's only been six years, but you have forgotten that I don't like sweet things? Really, even Auntie Winnie cared about me more than you. She remembers all my preferences. And this peanut pastry, don't you know I'm allergic to peanuts? Are you trying to kill me?"
My face darkened, "These are not prepared for you. Haven't she told you that taking others' things without permission is stealing?"
Bryan angrily grabbed the bag of preserved fruit and threw it on the ground, saying angrily, "You have no right to judge Auntie Winnie! She has made up for the lack of motherly love for me all these years! But you, you ran away so far without caring about me. Look at you, do you look like a mother?"
"Then don't call me mom anymore. I have a son, but it's not you."
Ignoring his stunned look, I took the handbag and prepared to zip it up. Unexpectedly, Bryan quickly snatched the coat that I personally designed and made for Mason, and put it on himself without any regard for me.
In the past, I had specially designed and made clothes for them, but they always despised them.
They scolded me for having no taste and for embarrassing them.
They scolded me for having unrealistic ideas to be a designer.
They said that no one would want to wear the things I designed.
Bryan even tore up the clothes I made for him with scissors and stepped on them.
But they treated Winnie differently. Even if she just played a random tune for them, it would be great.
Bryan gestured a few times and then casually threw it aside when it didn't fit on him.
"Mom, it's been so many years. Why are you still so lame? I've told you so many times that no one wants the shit you make. It's been six years, but why did you make it so small? Are you cursing me for not growing taller? You're really malicious."
I carefully fold the clothes and put them back in the bag.
If it weren't for not wanting to embarrass Nate in public, I would have slapped him in the face!
What a shameless person he was!
I can make a roast pork better than him!
I silently told myself not to get angry. I got up and walked away, sitting directly tens of meters away from them.
But I didn't expect that this father and son were like a sticky plaster.