How adorable my son had been when he was little.
His father was always busy, so she couldn't help spoiling him a little.
"Mom?"
The man called to the old woman, who seemed lost in thought.
"Mom, give me the property deed."
"I'll take good care of you from now on."
"I—"
"What do you need the property deed for?"
The old woman asked again, her expression very serious.
"Come on, aren't you two being a pain?"
The man paid no attention to the old woman's seriousness. He frowned instinctively and said irritably, "Why do you care what I need it for?"
"I need it for something. Just give it to me."
"Why all the questions?"
When the man finished speaking, silence filled the room.
His expression stiffened, and an ingratiating smile immediately appeared on his face. "Mom, I didn't mean it."
"I was just in a bit of a hurry."
"Look, that phone call just now—"
He abruptly stopped, his heart racing.
He'd almost let something slip that he shouldn't have.
He knew that if the old man found out what he planned to do with the property deed—
He'd throw him out for sure. He'd even cut ties with him rather than hand over the deed.
So he'd been careful to hide the truth about his situation.
He hadn't expected that his rush to get the deed would nearly make him blurt it out.
"A phone call?"
The old woman was sharp. "The call you just got?"
"Who called?"
"What have you done?"
A vague sense of foreboding rose in her heart, and the old woman fired off her questions in a hurry.
By the end, her words had turned sharp and stern.
She was nothing like the gentle woman she'd