Better Late, But Never His Again novel Chapter 149

Once she was certain Gideon was stable, Hazel prepared to leave.

She stood by the bed and glanced at him one last time. Gideon had already turned his face toward the window, clearly avoiding her gaze to hide whatever he wasn't saying.

Hazel didn't push it. She turned and walked toward the door.

Suddenly, Mrs. Garrison grabbed her arm, her nails digging painfully into Hazel's skin through her clothes.

She deliberately raised her voice, ensuring Julian out in the hallway could hear every single word.

"The hospital is entirely out of his blood type. Hazel, you have to figure something out! You know his condition is entirely your fault. You stole his nutrients in the womb, and that's why he's like this! You can't just abandon him!"

Gideon finally lost his temper. "Mom, could you stop saying that crap? It has nothing to do with her! My health issues are my own problem. If you say that one more time, I swear I'll kill myself right now!"

Hazel winced as her mother's grip bruised her wrist, her brows knitting together in frustration.

She didn't actually resent Gideon; all of her defenses were built exclusively to survive Mrs. Garrison.

She remembered the candy Gideon had snuck her. She remembered him leaving the door cracked open when she was locked out in the cold. And she remembered that he had gone to jail for her recently, without ever holding it over her head.

She remembered all of it. But whenever Mrs. Garrison opened her mouth, those small moments of warmth were instantly swallowed by a crushing wave of resentment.

"I get it. I'll see what I can do."

Mrs. Garrison finally released her, shooting a calculated glance over Hazel's shoulder toward Julian.

Julian was standing in the corridor, engrossed in his phone, showing absolutely zero reaction to the chaotic scene spilling out of the hospital room.

Mrs. Garrison seethed internally, but she didn't dare lash out at Julian. Instead, she silently redirected all her fury onto Hazel.

She shot her daughter a look of pure disgust. Hazel couldn't even control her own husband. She was utterly useless.

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