In this world, what darkness could surpass the veil of night? As she moved cautiously, three steps closer, their gazes locked, she addressed him with a heavy heart:
"Kolawole David Dolapo, my beloved son, the future heir of the Davies household," she glanced momentarily at me before returning her focus on him. "You shall not accept anything less, no matter the cost."
The revelation left me a mix of bitterness and awe, unable to find words to express my emotions. Tears, though once abundant, now felt futile. He clenched his jaw and tightened his fists, disbelief etched on his face:
"Mother, I can hardly comprehend these words," he shouted, his voice echoing the turmoil within.
She read his intention to leave, her voice tinged with sorrow: "Don't abandon me, Kola," she pleaded, knowing his next move all too well.
But he held my hand, determined to go, and warned, "If you choose to pursue that path, consider yourself no longer my son." His declaration hung heavy in the air, followed by her anguished cries as he walked away.
Without sparing her a glance, he declared, "I never truly considered you my mother, for you've never treated me as one." And with those final words, he retreated to his car, leaving behind a shattered heart and a mother in ruins.
