CHAPTER 004
Author: LADY E
last update2025-08-07 17:02:18

Sarah Milton was heartbroken by those words of his, she couldn't even find the right words to counter it.

She simply stood there and utterly embarrassed by her own son’s remarks.

Helen couldn't remain calm anymore, she quickly scolded him;

“Steven what has gotten into you? Are you insane? How could you say something as horrible as that to your own mother?”

Steven turned to her,his eyes colder than they've ever been. “Mother? You call her my mother? What kind of a mother stands there and falsely accuses their own son?”

“Stop that will you? That's your mum and the queen of this household, you shouldn't speak ill of her when all she wanted was to embrace you and welcome you home!”

Steven scoffed at Helen's words and turned towards his supposed mother.

“Aren't you going to say anything? Did the cat get your tongue, Mrs Milton?”

Sarah's heart clenched at his cold words, they were like blazing arrows making their way to her heart.

She was heartbroken and uttered; “There was nothing I could do at the time son, I didn't know what else to do. Your little brother Jackson was very sick– If he went to prison he never would have survived the harsh conditions that come with being there.”

“Tsk!” Steven scoffed at her remarks, it turns out she still has a lot of drama to put on.

“Steven, don't be like that, please understand that you were the perfect one to be in that position at the time, you have experienced hardships in the orphanage your whole life, so the harsh conditions of prison just for a few years shouldn't matter! You came back in one piece but Jackson wouldn't have.”

Steven was raging deep inside, his fingers were curled up into a fist, it was taking everything, every single self control in him not to act irrational and he was so close to losing his sense of reasoning.

“Son, I know there is nothing I would say that would make up for everything you have been through. But there was nothing I could do, try to understand that son.” Sarah Milton uttered with tears pouring down.

Steven smirked mockingly, her pretence and acting was topnotch.

This surprised Sarah as she was hoping that he would come to understand why they did it and see sense.

But Steven could see through all the facade, he knew that was all a lie, if she wanted to she would have covered up the incident or better yet, let a body guard take the fall, but no! They deemed him the perfect fall guy.

He smiled coldly, amazed at how pretentious she was.

“You are one actress indeed, Mrs Milton I will give you that.”

Helen was so furious about the whole situation most especially at Steven's attitude and his nonchalant personality he had suddenly developed.

“How could you even think of saying something so harsh to your own mother? You are a part of the Milton family and you need to uphold the rules and the regulations governing the family. If you feel you have grown wings then you don't deserve anything this family has ever given you.”

Steven was taken aback he began to think about what the Milton have given him but he couldn't even find one except maybe pain.

So it moved him to ask;

“Tell me what exactly has the Milton family ever given me?”

“Oh please, don't act like you don't get paid monthly allowances of $50,000 dollars. Isn't that enough to get some respect and buy your obedience?”

That was the first time he was ever hearing that the children of the Milton's household get paid monthly allowances of such magnitude and never had he been given a dime after being found.

This revelation further proved that he wasn't in any way welcomed or known to be part of them.

Steven laughed out rightly and very loudly, he couldn't seem to process those words; “Fifty thousand dollars? Wow, and yet I didn't even see five dollars?” he retorted sternly.

Ever since his arrival in the Milton family, during the time he had been there, he thought life would be easier whereby he would be taught things in the company, but no, they all abandoned him despite being their own blood.

To be able to take care of his immediate needs for survival, he had to go outside to work on his own, toiled under the harsh sun. He had never received not even a dime from them.

The only thing they offered him was shelter in the storage room, disregarded him as though he was an annoying pest, a rat even.

Helen got even more angered by his words; she proudly uttered;

“Now you are adding lying to your list of annoying attitudes? How dare you lie that you weren't given a dime? Every child of the Milton family gets fifty thousand every month. If you have nothing with you then it's probably because you have squandered it all.”

“Believe what you want Helen Milton, but I would never admit to taking money which I never received.” Steven responded coldly.

Helen retorted almost immediately

“Oh really? I know you are here for more acting, all strange so we would double it? Not happening Steven.”

“Let me make something absolutely clear here, my returning to this house is for one reason and one reason alone. It is definitely not to take Milton's supposed wealth, not that it has ever done anything for me. I am here for one purpose and it is to sever whatever ties I have with every member of the Milton household!”

Those words made Sarah Milton burst out into tears; *Crying, sobbing*

“Steven, why can't you just understand my good intentions? I am happy you are back. I only did that to help your own brother. Please understand that this is coming from a good place.”

Helen got even more upset than ever;

“You ungrateful bastard, what gave you the right to say that? *Sighs* fine then, if you want to leave, leave! But before you do, you will have to return every single thing the Milton family has ever given you, without missing a dime, you ingrate!”

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