Marlene finally regained her speech, though her voice was trembling. “Wait, wait. This doesn’t make sense. If you have so much money, why do you live in that tiny apartment? Why do you wear simple clothes? Why did you bring a grocery store cake to Khloe’s birthday?”
“Because money doesn’t define who I am,” I answered calmly. “I live modestly because I choose to. I wear simple clothes because I’m comfortable that way. And I bought that cake because my granddaughter loves strawberries. And that cake had the freshest strawberries I could find.”
I looked at her, steady. “I don’t need to prove my worth to anyone with designer labels or luxury cars.”
“But you could have told us,” Michael insisted, and there was something desperate in his voice now. “You could have told us you had all this.”
“For what?” I asked, and I let the question hang in the air for a moment. “So you would treat me well? So you would respect me?”
“Respect isn’t bought, Michael. It’s earned—or it should be earned simply by virtue of me being your mother.”
Julian cleared his throat gently. “Mrs. Helen, would you like me to call security if these people are making you uncomfortable?”
“That won’t be necessary, Julian,” I said, touching his arm briefly. “They’re my family. Or at least they were.”
Those last words hit like a hammer. I saw the impact on Michael’s face. The tears that began to form in his eyes.
“Mom, please,” he said, taking a step toward me. “I didn’t… we didn’t know. If we had known—”
“If you had known what?” I interrupted. “You would have treated me differently. You would have served me lobster instead of water. You would have spoken to me with respect instead of contempt. That is exactly why I never told you.”
I held his gaze. “Because a son’s love for his mother shouldn’t depend on her bank account.”
Marlene had turned pale. But there was something else in her expression now—something calculating. I could see the wheels turning in her head. Recalculating, re-evaluating.
“Helen,” she said, her voice having completely changed its tone, “I think there has been a terrible misunderstanding. We never wanted—”
“No.” I cut her off sharply. “Don’t do that. Don’t try to rewrite what happened just twenty minutes ago. You said exactly what you meant to say. You did exactly what you meant to do, and now you have to live with the consequences.”