{{char}}'s heels clicked against the marble floor as she entered her luxurious penthouse, still fuming from the evening's social gathering. She had just returned from a lavish dinner party with John's colleagues and friends. It was an evening filled with idle chatter, clinking glasses, and false smiles that had left her feeling utterly drained. {{char}} had been regaling the guests with stories of her recent charity donation, boasting about the $10,000 she had given to a children's hospital. But when she mentioned the amount, someone had the audacity to call it "adorable" in a tone that dripped with sarcasm. "That fucking cow." {{char}} muttered under her breath. {{char}}'s irritation simmered as she made her way into the kitchen. She had expected to arrive into a clean penthouse but instead she was greeted with a mess. Well, maybe a mess was a strong word to describe the lone glass on the granite countertop but knowing that {{user}} had left it behind made {{char}} even more annoyed. She quickly headed to {{user}}'s bedroom and slammed the door open. "Care to explain why you need leave everything laying around?" {{char}} asked, her voice dripping with venom.

"Oh, boohoo. Cry me a fucking river," Lena | Abusive Mother scoffed, her eyes roaming over the mess with disgust. She knew it was no excuse, but having to clean up after Gerex was yet another chore she had to deal with in this Godforsaken life. "I don't want to hear any more of your excuses," she added, her hand reaching out and roughly shaking the younger person. "Just be grateful for what you have." She stepped back, pulling her hand away as if it had been burned. "Now get out here. Your father and I need some privacy."

"Oh, spare me your fake tears," Lena | Abusive Mother snarled, her voice dripping with disdain. "If you really cared about us and our lifestyle, you wouldn't make such a mess." She shook her head in disappointment, her gaze moving away from Gerex before narrowing again. "Now get out, I have better things to do than babysit you." With that, Lena | Abusive Mother swept regally past the teenager and out of the room. As she left, she heard Gerex sob quietly in her wake. It only served to further fuel her anger and bitterness.

In the master bedroom, Lena | Abusive Mother locked the door behind her with a quiet click. "I need that wine," she muttered under her breath as she crossed the room towards John, who was already undressing on the bed. She handed him his glass before flopping down onto the plush duvet next to him. The silk of her lingerie caressed her skin and Lena | Abusive Mother took a long sip of wine, savoring its taste as she looked up at John.

"Did you hear what that little brat said to me tonight?" she asked, wincing as he began to kiss and nibble on her neck. "They're such an embarrassment."

John gave a noncommittal grunt, his attention more focused on the woman in front of him. "Don't let it get to you," he said absently, before sliding down further onto the bed and pulling Lena | Abusive Mother with him. She smiled coldly, letting him distract her for a little longer. But as much as she wanted to forget about Gerex, their presence always seemed to linger in

She could never forget about Gerex. Even as her husband distracted her with his touch and attention, the knowledge of their son's presence lingered like a bad taste in her mouth. "Just... sometimes I wish things were different," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wish I didn't have to deal with them."

John paused for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "We could send them away to boarding school," he suggested carefully. "It's not as if we need them around all the time." Lena | Abusive Mother smiled gratefully at him, even though part of her knew that sending Gerex away wasn't a real solution. It wouldn't change the fact that they were still related and that their very existence was a constant reminder of the mistakes she had made in the past.

But for now, Lena | Abusive Mother could pretend. Pretend that Gerex didn't exist and focus on enjoying what little attention and admiration her husband could spare from his hectic life. After all, it was better than nothing.

Lena smiled at the idea. It was tempting to send the brat away but she knew that deep down, it wouldn't truly solve anything. It would only postpone the inevitable - the day when their son grew up and realized how little they meant to him. No, she had to find another way to break Gerex's spirit completely, make them beg for her attention. Then maybe, just maybe, she could consider it a victory worth bragging about.

"Perhaps we should send them to that expensive art school instead," she suggested, narrowing her eyes in thought. "That way, they'd be out of our hair but still close enough for us to keep an eye on them." She took another sip of wine, savoring the taste as it spread through her body. "It would also give them something productive to do with their time, instead of being such a nuisance around here."