“Mom? What are you doing here?” he asked her.

“Is that your problem right now? Why was she touching you?” Summer had shifted away from Barth, but Margaret was making her way to her. 

“Mom,” he called to his mother, trying to hold her off but she jerked her hand away and shot him a hot glare.

“I have always known you were up to something, I noticed you for the past two weeks, the way you look at my son, the way you walk past him.” She mentioned with so much anger that she was shaking. “What do you want with him? Aren’t you supposed to be Theo’s bodyguard?” she yelled. 

Ella was passing by and the door was open, she took a peek inside and she frowned. 

“What do you want with Barth, you filthy gold digger?” she asked, almost pushing Summer to the wall.

“Ma’am I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” Summer defended, seeing that the other family members were beginning to gather in her room.

“You lying brat, I saw you with my own eyes, you were going to kiss him, weren’t you?” Margaret accused boldly.

“What?!” Summer was shocked and embarrassed at the same time. While it was true she was cupping Bartholomew’s face, she was not going to kiss him. They were not even that close.

“Mom, that’s enough.” Barth thundered and his mother turned to him.

“Are you defending her? Are you that blind, son?” She asked him softly.

“Please, stop this. Let’s go.” He held her wrist pulling her, but she didn’t move.

“What has she done to you?” Margaret touched his face. Conner walked in with Theo and Theo saw the fright in Summer’s eyes as she watched the mother and son.