Chapter 169: Chapter 169: He’s Still Just a Child
"If you want to stay in this family, you must follow these rules, or else get out." Jasper Sinclair handed a piece of paper to May Lawrence and Spencer Ford.
On it were restrictions for both of them, including what time to come home and when to go to bed.
What not to do at home.
"This is not what was agreed upon." Spencer Ford couldn’t hold back any longer; he couldn’t accept not being able to do anything.
"Also, you cannot enter the study; if you do, you will face the consequences."
Jasper Sinclair glanced at Spencer Ford, but he knew this kid was not an honest person; he was just waiting for the fish to take the bait.
"You!"
"You can leave if you’re not satisfied." Jasper Sinclair continued to drink his porridge, head down.
May Lawrence looked at Nora Northwood, who had yet to speak, seemingly indifferent to whatever was said.
"Nora, mom wants to have a few words with you." She spoke cautiously.
When she finished speaking, Nora Northwood merely raised her eyebrow and set down her bowl: "Let’s talk here, Jasper is not an outsider."
She glanced at Nora Northwood, then at Jasper Sinclair.
This man seemed to be somewhat indulgent towards Nora, and Nora was her biological daughter who she never wanted to see suffer.
Thinking of this, she began to work up her emotions.
When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with tears, her red eyes making one feel sorry for her.
Nora Northwood snorted coldly in her heart; here it goes again. She knew her mom had no other tricks up her sleeve. It was just a pity that her heart had long turned cold.
"Nora, I know you’ve taken me as an outsider, but we’re still family by blood."
"Don’t blame your brother; he’s just young and a bit mischievous."
"Since we’re family, let’s not use these rules and regulations as constraints."
"Just bear with him, and once he finishes his education, we’ll leave."
In the past, when Nora Northwood had to make a living under Quentin Ford’s supervision, she would agree to whatever May Lawrence asked.
So when May Lawrence finished speaking, she didn’t even notice how inappropriate her words had become.
But it’s different now; Nora Northwood has her own career and life.
She leaned back, with a hint of mockery in her eyes.
"Mom, is the porridge good?" She suddenly asked, making May Lawrence puzzled as to what this meant.
"Yes." Still, May Lawrence nodded.
"Of course it’s good; Mrs. Walker specially cooked it this morning. Just as we sat down, the porridge had barely finished cooking." Nora Northwood paused here, her gaze fixed on the leftover mess on Spencer Ford: "So this steaming hot porridge just had to be splashed on your daughter’s body and you remain indifferent."
"Mom, do you truly consider me your closest person?"
May Lawrence was dumbfounded by her question, and after a long time, her face flushed with shame.
But it’s just a bowl of porridge.
"Why are you so nit-picky? You’re older than him; just don’t take it to heart. Besides, it’s just a bowl of porridge; how bad could it scald?"
This comment made Nora Northwood so angry that she almost laughed.
"If it can’t scald badly, then what’s Spencer Ford doing sitting here holding his scalded hand, glaring at me?"
"If I don’t hold him accountable now, when should I? When I’m scalded with blisters or when I’m scalded beyond recognition?"
Opening her mouth, May Lawrence was at a loss for words.
She gave Nora Northwood a glance and then sheepishly lowered her head.
This girl must have gone mad, thinking that by associating with the Sinclair Family, she no longer needs to respect her mother?
Her heart sank; no, she had to find a way to talk it out with her.