I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Grandma Sterling slapped Reginald twice, shattering his dignity, the dignity he held in front of his subordinates at the Celestial Alliance. The subordinates stood with their heads lowered, not daring to look. When Grandma Sterling got angry, it was terrifying; it was the authority of a mother disciplining her son.

Reginald's face turned ashen as he barked at his subordinates, "Get out, all of you." They quickly left, closing the door behind them to avoid any further trouble.

With only Grandma Sterling and Reginald left in the room, she sat down, exuding the authority of an elder. Her cloudy eyes were sharp, and her wrinkled face showed no fear. Fear her son? Impossible!

"Reginald, don't you want to avenge your parents? Go ahead, shoot the mother who raised you! Throw your loving adoptive mother into the sea to feed the fish. Do it!" Grandma Sterling's voice boomed with authority and power, each word resonating with strength.

Reginald's anger surged as he drew his gun and aimed it at Grandma Sterling's forehead. "Aurelia, do you really think I won't kill you..."

Hearing him call her by name again, Grandma Sterling slapped him once more. "I failed to teach you properly. You address your adoptive mother by name? Such disrespect! Let me educate you now."

The three slaps pushed Reginald's anger to its peak. He loaded his gun, seething with rage. "Aure... Grandma, do you have a death wish?"

One fierce look from Grandma Sterling made Reginald change his words instinctively. Realizing his fear of her, he grew even angrier. This fear stemmed from his youth when Grandma Sterling was strict and believed in tough love. Any child in the Sterling family who made a mistake faced punishment.

Grandma Sterling stood up and pressed her forehead against the gun barrel, staring at Reginald. "If you have the guts, pull the trigger."

Reginald wanted to shoot but looking at her aged face brought back memories of her caring for him tirelessly when he had a high fever as a child. He remembered when he fell from a tree and broke his leg; doctors said he'd never walk again, but she forced him to train until he could stand after a year.

Behind her strictness was deep love for Reginald. She treated him like her own son. There were many such instances; whenever he caused trouble or was bullied, she would stand up for him.

Thinking of this made Reginald's hand tremble as he slowly lowered the gun. "Grandma, letting you die would be too easy. When my father was scorned by others, I want you to taste that same scorn."

"Your father was scorned because he was ungrateful. We raised him, yet he betrayed us; he deserved it," Grandma Sterling retorted sharply.

"It wasn't ingratitude; you forced him," Reginald argued bitterly. "What was wrong with him working hard? If you considered him family, why push him to despair? It was all your doing."

Grandma Sterling shook her head in disappointment. "What kind of monster have I raised? Blaming us for your twisted views? You ungrateful wretch! Don't bring up those old matters."

Her anger flared as she continued, "Those decades-old issues-back then, you were just a child who knew nothing! Do you even know what your parents looked like? I raised you single-handedly; you owe me respect! What revenge are you talking about? If you want revenge, pay me back my twenty years of raising you first."