"Oh, that woman is so insufferable!" Phillip shouted as he paced up and down in his bedroom.
Taryn was seated on the bed. She laughed, she was not being subtle with her laughter. She wanted Phillip to hear it and hate his son even more.
"Why are you laughing?!" she shouted at her.
"Do not shout at me, I am not the one who caused you to be angry," she frowned.
"You are right, you did not. It was that woman," Phillip scoffed. He turned around and continued to pace up and down.
Taryn resumed her laughter. It was good seeing him be angry at his son for once. Sure, he was mentioning that brat's name, but in all honest, he was more angry at his son who had brought her into their lives.
"You see, this is all your son's fault. You never stand up to him, you never scold him. That is what has given him all the confidence and liberty to bring such a crude woman into the family," Taryn said.
Phillip paused in his steps. He hated that Taryn was somewhat right. This was his fault.
