Seducing My Ex's Father In Law Chapter 459

Gavin’s POV

My mother had crossed a line tonight. I knew dinner was bound to end in disaster, but I hadn’t expected her to attack Judy so boldly. I was furious, mentally replaying the entire evening as I drove Judy home. The silence between us felt heavy—awkward and thick with unspoken thoughts.

When I glanced over at her, I could tell she was lost in her own mind, likely replaying every question my mother had thrown at her. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, the weight of guilt and frustration settling on my shoulders. I focused back on the road, my anger pulsing through me in waves.

My mother had never pushed me—or my wolf—this far before. But tonight, I’d nearly lost control. I had to get us out of there before my wolf forgot she was our mother and did something we’d regret.

I couldn’t take the silence anymore. I didn’t want Judy to think the worst after such a terrible night.

So I spoke, letting the words fall out, soft and vulnerable.

“I’m sorry…”

The words were barely above a whisper, so quiet even my own Lycan ears almost missed them.

Judy turned away from the window to look at me.

“What?” she asked.

I hesitated, debating whether to repeat myself. Then I sighed and gave in.

“I said I’m sorry,” I said more clearly. “My mother was out of line. You didn’t deserve that. I wouldn’t have brought you if I’d known what she had planned.”

She pressed her lips together, giving me a look I wasn’t ready for.

“What did you think was going to happen, Gavin?” she asked, the fire returning to her eyes. “Your mom made it clear from the moment I met her that she didn’t think much of me. She hates me. Then suddenly she invites us to dinner? I knew the second you mentioned it, it was going to be hell.”

She wasn’t wrong, and her words only deepened the guilt I already felt.

“I thought she’d be more subtle,” I admitted. “I figured it would be uncomfortable, sure, but manageable. I didn’t think she’d go full interrogation mode about your personal life. That’s not usually her style. She’s more passive-aggressive.”

Judy crossed her arms and turned back to the window. “Well, now I know where I stand with her,” she murmured.

I stayed quiet for a while, turning her words over in my head—how my mother claimed Judy wasn’t good enough.

“She was wrong,” I said finally, breaking the silence. “She doesn’t know what’s best for me. And she definitely doesn’t know you. So don’t let what she said get in your head. She was wrong. You are good enough.”

A blush crept across her cheeks at my words, and I had to fight the urge to smirk. I knew I’d gotten through to her.

She looked like she wanted to say something, but instead she closed her mouth and relaxed into her seat. As the drive continued, the silence between us shifted—from awkward and tense to quiet and comforting. I could feel her slowly relaxing. It helped that we were putting distance between us and my mother’s manor. The energy around that place had been all wrong, and we both felt it the moment we arrived.

Truthfully, I was relieved to be leaving too.

“So… Matt’s mom wants to see him?” Judy asked suddenly.

I tensed at the question. It wasn’t something I wanted to talk about, but I knew Judy wouldn’t let it go until she got answers that made sense.

I’d tried hard to forget about Cassandra—my sister. She’d been a wreck for years. An outcast in our family. She’d destroyed her own life and nearly took Matt down with her. I could never forget the day I found Matthew—bruises covering his small body, wearing the same soiled clothes from days before—while she lay passed out on the floor.