Mrs. Dawkins (The Artful Dodger) [TBS]

Part 52

Aunt Lisbeth, gave a slow turn almost like I expected to hear a creak as she met his eyes once more.

"Excuse me?"

I gripped Jack's arm even tighter and pretended I wasn't hiding behind him... when I very, very much was.

"Well you were so delightfully frank with me," Jack nodded, "So I do believe that now means it's my turn. To be Delightfully frank, with you. Madam."

She scoffed, "Fine, it'll entertain me. Go on, amuse me."

He smiled, his eyes seeming almost to darken when given this opportunity.

"When my sweet Y/n, informed me I was to meet with you today I had no clue who you even were. She has told me a great deal about her family, her hopes, dreams and even more intimate secrets not shared with anyone by myself. But... she's never mentioned you. Almost as if you mean so little to her or perhaps are so ill-thought of by her that she neglected to even inform me of your existence prior to your arrival." He explained, "Once you were before me I admit, I was impressed. Momentarily, that was of course before taking a second glance. Where it its clear to notice, that the mother of pearl that graces so much of your attire is fake. Good fakes but fakes, discolouring from your hand on the fan gave it away I'm afraid. Your pearls too, are also far too perfectly rounded well yes that is possible but they are extremely rare and the fact some of them are chipped and scratched by themselves on your necklace is a clear indication they are fake, so already your presenting far beyond your worth." he explained,

Ooooohh shit...

"And of course that was all before you ruined any hope of having a decent relationship with either of us after the second you opened those wrinkled old lips." He snapped,

"How dare you-" She gasped,

"So please, allow me now to give you the full dressing down that you gave me as if I was some side of bacon presented by your butcher. I was more than willing to be civil with you, even sweet for the sake of your shred of blood connection to the woman I love, but do not expect me to keep my mouth shut while you insult me. Let alone silence me when you treat her like an ill-trained dog." he told her, "So if we are being frank. I am unhappy that I am marrying into a family with you, as you are a sad, wrinkled old hag with the personality of a pile of surgical cut off's left in the sun, you present yourself as a highlight of the upper class when in fact you're on cheap stilts to even reach their spit buckets, your attitude is sour and your face too likely from the years of inhaled snuff given your Nasal hypertrichosis, and your posterior so ridged I am convinced you do in fact have a form of stick up your ass. And whatever your husband saw in you is clearly a mystery to me as I know within myself you would have to be paying me a grand sum enough to afford Buckingham Palace just to lay with you for a single evening, let alone the over twenty years I assume you've been married." He told her, "But... I love Y/n enough to stomach your occasional presence for the sake of the woman I love. But I am going to ask one very simple thing of you." He smirked, "Lighten. The fuck. Up. Becuase I don't care what everyone else has put up with for the last six million decades of your life, but I. Am not going to. And I have absolutely no reservations about cutting you out of our lives like the grotesque abscess you are, so if you want to still be a part of your niece's life, and be involved in our lives going forward, and those of the incredibly beautiful, and utter genius children we are certain to be creating. You can apologise to my sweet y/n for all of the terrible treatment you have enforced on her for her life and actually continue to be a part of our lives. Or... You can get the hell out of my hospital."

Awwww I wanted to throw my arms around him and smother him with loving kisses but... we had bigger problems.

As aunt lisbeth... was red in the face with an expression not to unlike a boiling tea pot.

"How. Dare. YOU!" She screamed,