"WHAT?!"
The three siblings were shocked to hear the news their mother had in store.
"But... why?" Ashlyn asked. "What did y'all do, mom? Also, is it okay if I call you that? Because, legally we belong to our dad, and Oliver and Amira belong to you."
"Blood is thicker than water, right? And... the divorce papers disintegrate in both." Draco answered nervously, trying to sound casual. He turned to Angie, and asked, "We can call you that, right?"
"That's a pretty good metaphor, actually. But anyway, yes, you can. Whatever you guys feel comfortable with, go for that."
"Thank you, mom," Ashlyn replied. She was trying to make a good impression on behalf of her brother. She, like her siblings, could not talk to her mother either.
"Of course," she said, with a smile. "Anyway, as I was saying, she hasn't taken the situation all that well. I tried talking to her at the hospital, but it didn't really work."
"I mean, you really can't blame her though. Your decision is pretty logically fallacious, considering the emotional aspects."
"Don't mind Lyn," Draco said, teasingly. "she's just showing off her MUN skills. I think she wants to go into law."
"I do, actually."
Meanwhile, Oliver had been listening to the conversation from his room, feeling a mix of emotions. He felt sorry for his mom, and his sister, and their situation. He also felt angry at his parents their decision. He felt sad to leave his father's house and return home with his mother.
He was spending his last moments in the room - as you can guess - on his video game console. The fact that he had many things to control in the game made him an excellent multitasker, juggling eavesdropping, the camera angle, and the character's motion and jumping rather efficiently.
"Where's Oliver? Is he ready to go back?" he heard his mother say. He glanced at the door for a brief second, then back into his game. He was sure to miss the rest of his family. More than his siblings, he knew both sides best. And if made to choose, he wouldn't be able to pick one.
A few minutes, seconds and powerups later, he heard a creaking sound coming from the door. As he thought, it was his mother.
"Come on, we have to head home,” she said, firmly.
Oliver frowned, and shook his head. He didn’t want to go home, he wanted to stay here. He remembered what Draco had said earlier. He wondered if that was true, and if he had a choice.
“What about ‘divorce papers disintegrate in both?’ I think Dad has a copy of them in his office,” he said, defiantly.
His mom sighed, and rolled her eyes. She didn’t have time for his arguments, she had to take him home. She knew he was unhappy, but she also knew he was safer with her. She didn’t trust his dad all that much. The fact that he wasn't there at the time justified it for her. She wanted to protect him, and keep him away.
“But I don’t have a copy of his keys, and you don’t have any water at hand. So you have to come,” she said, impatiently.
She grabbed his hand, and pulled him up. She dragged him to the door, and opened it. She looked back at him, and gave him a fake smile.
“Trust me, Oliver. It’s for the best,” she said, unconvincingly.
He was back to being Oliver Wylde.
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