“What do you have in store for us, mother?” Clinton interrupted.
“Clinton, you’re back.” She looked away nervously and tried to hug her son, but he raised his hand, stopping her.
"Yes, I’m back; it turned out there was no important meeting,” he said, sounding like a question.
“Oh yes, I just wanted you to get some fresh air, but since you’re back early, that means you have solved your problem with your wife,” she faked a smile.
“What?” Clinton confusingly turned to me.
“Yes, I was just apologising to her; anyway, bye; I will see you later. Bye, Jessie,” she hurriedly rushed between us, leaving me in shock.
“Are you okay, love?” Clinton, now holding my waist, asked.
“Yes, I’ll wait for you in the car." I removed his hands from my waist and walked back to the car.
As I reached the c
