Sorry Sir I Don’t Want You Back by Little Angelic Devil

"Because I thought she was a country bumpkin," Hudson answered.

When his grandmother told him to marry Cherise, and he found out she was poor from her obviously taked profile, he hated her straight awa "No, you didn't." Keith shook his head.

Hudson frowned. He was sure he did and was about to point it out again, but Keith spoke before he could.

"You did not look down on her because you thought she was a poor country bumpkin," Keith said, which only confused Hudson even more. "You only looked down on women who were desperate to get your attention in an attempt to marry you," Keith pointed out.

"If Agatha didn't ask you to marry Cherise, would you look down on her?" Keith asked.

His question made Hudson pause. Would he look down on her after she saved his grandmother?Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

"No, of course not," Hudson replied firmly.

"Exactly my point," Keith said. "You would feel grateful that she saved Agatha and might even offer her money for it."

Hudson nodded. He and even his grandmother tried to give Cherise money because they were grateful and thought she was an orphan and

"It was only when Agatha asked you to marry her that you started to hate her and thought of her as a gold digger." Hudson didn't need to think about it because Keith was once again right in his assessment.

"You never look down on people, Hudson," Keith sighed. "You treat your staff fairly. Never degrade, humiliate, or insult them. You only looker your money."

"Finley could look down on men from classes lower than us, not wanting to hang out with them," Keith continued. "But you are not like him. \ "So if you asked me why you looked down on her and hated her for being a gold digger, the reason is-

"Because of my mother," Hudson supplied with a grimace.

"That is right." Keith nodded. "You hate everyone who has a motive, and unfortunately, at that time, you thought of Cherise as one of those p Hudson rubbed his face with his hands. He knew it. He knew his hatred toward his mother would cause him trouble someday, but what coulc Suddenly, he had an idea. He looked at Keith and asked, "Do you think I need therapy?"

"For thinking every woman from the lower class are gold diggers and despising them for it?"

Hudson nodded, expecting Keith as a doctor and someone who was always rational to encourage him to go to therapy without hesitation. But instead of getting that answer, Keith sighed and said, "To be honest, I'm not sure, Hudson."

"What brought about that answer?" Hudson asked with his brows raised, surprise and curiosity evident in his voice.

Keith glanced at him. "As the director of a hospital, I've seen many cases of male suicide because they were flushed out of their saving and e Hudson kept quiet, not knowing whether he should say anything.

"So, yeah, I'm not sure if you need therapy for that issue as it seems men do need some kind of defense mechanism against gold diggers," Ke Luis' death."

"You want me to forgive my mother?" Hudson recoiled. choosing only to focus on that part and not Luis'.