Chapter 1114

Ralph pondered as he saw his mother's car approaching. He hurried forward, opening the door as it stopped.

"Mom, you're back," he said.

Margaret looked at him. "Don't tell me you waited for me?"

"What? I was just going out and coincidentally saw you coming home," he chuckled. He had actually stayed home to keep an eye on her, but he couldn't admit that; Margaret would see it as confinement.

"What a coincidence," Margaret said, nodding as she began to exit the car.

Ralph quickly helped her out. "Mom, where have you been?"

"For a walk. Why? Do I need your permission now?" Margaret glanced at him sideways.

"No, of course not. I just asked. You should tell me if you're going out; I'll go with you," he said with a cheeky smile. He felt his initial suspicion was right; her words were strangely ambiguous.

Margaret got out, stretched, and kneaded her waist. Smiling, she said, "You? Accompany me? When have you ever done that?"

Her words embarrassed Ralph. He usually charmed her with sweet words and small gifts, figuring she enjoyed his attention and presents. However, he loathed accompanying women shopping, regardless of their age.

"Mom, are you unhappy with me? I was busy and short on cash before. I couldn't buy you nice things, but once I take charge of the Russell family, I'll have plenty of money to buy you anything you want," he said coyly.

Margaret stopped and looked at him. Her laughter held a chilling undertone. "You mean you'll use the entire Russell family fortune to buy me presents?"

Ralph laughed nervously. "That's not what I meant! Mom, are you mad? Why are you scolding me?" Something felt amiss. "Did someone talk to you?" He suspected Alexander, wondering why Margaret would listen to him, given her usual preference for Ralph.

Margaret gave him a deep look and sighed. "Who do you think? What could he say? You're my child. I know who you are."

"Yes, you're right," he laughed, cursing inwardly.

"You're not young anymore, Ralph," Margaret continued. "I spoiled you. I knew what you did was wrong, but I overlooked it. I'm old now, and I can't protect you much longer. Remember to forgive when deserved and leave a way out for others—so you'll have one yourself."

She gently caressed his cheek. Ralph felt a strange unease. Why does this sound like her last words?

"Mom, what nonsense? You'll live a long life! Twenty, thirty more years! No, a hundred!" He spoke the sweet words he usually used, but Margaret only smiled faintly, withdrawing her hand.

"I'm tired. I'll rest."

Worried, Ralph watched her go. "Mom. Don't forget Saturday."

Margaret glanced back, said nothing, and entered her room.