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“He obviously knows nothing of this,” Cameron sighs.
I nod and my stomach drops. My father is a good man. My anger erupts again. “Go and get her.”
Cameron nods and leaves the room.
Two minutes later my mother walks into the room with Cameron behind her. I am seated at my desk and she sits nervously on the leather chesterfield lounge with Cameron. She adjusts her skirt and folds her legs.
“Joshua, I don’t appreciate your tone when you told me to wait outside. I am your mother and you will show me respect.”
My eyes hold hers and I run my tongue over my front teeth—is she kidding?
“Respect is earned,” I reply.
She scratches her head nervously. “What’s this about?” she asks.
My eyes flick to Cameron. “You tell us,” Cameron replies.
“Stop playing games you two. I did not fly all the way from Australia to play charades. Spit it out!” she demands.
I stand up from my chair and walk around to lean back on my desk and I fold my arms in front of me. “It has come to our attention that we do not have the same blood.”
She swallows nervously. “How?”
I smirk. “Does it matter?”
“To me yes.”
“I had blood tests carried out because I saw Joshua’s chart in hospital. I am unsure if you are aware, I’m a qualified doctor,” Cameron sneers sarcastically.
“Cut the tone!” she snaps.
“Cut the shit!” I yell. “You tell me how in hell we have different blood!”
Her face falls. “Joshua,” she whispers. “I love you.”
I quickly look away from her. I don’t want to hear this.
She stands and walks over to the window. “What did Natasha say about this?”
My eyes meet Cameron’s—here we go. “She has said nothing only that I should talk to you,” I reply in a monotone.
She fakes a smile. “She must be loving this—driving a wedge between me and my boys. It’s what she has always wanted.”
I inhale deeply. I knew she would try and turn this against Natasha.
“This has nothing to do with Natasha, Mother! How dare you bring her into this?” Cameron yells.
My eyes meet his and I silently thank him. He’s with me on this.
“Start talking,” I sneer.
On cue she starts to cry and Cameron covers his face. He can’t stand it when women get upset—he’s just not wired that way.
I stand still watching her, void of emotion.
Cameron stands and goes to her. “Please don’t cry,” he whispers as he pulls her into an embrace. “Tell us what’s going on,” he whispers.
“It’s terrible. This whole situation is just terrible,” she sobs into Cameron’s shoulder.
