“I did my best.” Mother sounded like she was starting to cry. “Your best? Your best isn’t up to much.” “Was I supposed to let you bring your bastard into our house?” Mother shouted. “Oh no! The great Jasmine Adeyebe-Hadley bring up her husband’s child as her own? That would never do. I mean, God forbid that you should chip a nail or dirty one of your designer gowns looking after my son.”
