Who Would Come Here?

"Lucho, you're off work?" Not long after Madelyn sat down, she saw Lucho come in before the dissatisfaction in her heart dissipated. "Mm." Lucho nodded blandly. "There's nothing to do today. Dad just called me to let me come home earlier, saying that he had something to talk to me." "Oh. Go up first." "Mom, you don't look very well. What's wrong?" "What do you expect? I am pissed off by your wife!" Lucho frowned slightly. Did Myesha anger his mother? Could it be that she had suffered grievances from him so she came back to vent her anger on his mother? Was she unhappy because of Issac? "What's going on?" Madelyn looked at Lucho and pulled him to sit beside her. After telling Lucho how Myesha ignored Daile, she sighed, "Lucho, you shouldn't have married her back then. I opposed you so much, but you liked her wholeheartedly. I thought that you were my son, so I just wanted you to be happy. However, she really has no advantage. She stays at home every day and can't even take good care of