Chapter 68: Angry Mom

The last rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room as Darren sat in a quiet corner, deeply engrossed in a book. The soft light played over his features, highlighting his contemplative expression. He was lost in a world of words, a world where emotions ran deep and stories unfolded with haunting beauty. But his peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. He glanced over his shoulder to see Dylan's mother, Lorraine, standing in the doorway. She was wearing a flowery apron, her hands behind her back, and an unmistakable look of determination on her face. Dylan's mother, despite her age, still possessed a classical beauty that turned heads. Her five-foot-six frame was slender and graceful, and her soft features belied the fierce personality that lurked beneath. It was easy to see where Dylan had inherited his good looks and fiery temperament. "Hi, beauty Lorraine," Darren greeted her with a warm smile, rising from