Chapter 13: How About Going to Your Place?

"Good boy. It's good that you're back!" The woman's voice was gentle, tinged with tears. She loosened her grip on the shirt, resting her hands on Asher's back, patting gently, as if she was really holding her long-lost son. Thus, they chatted and laughed for a while, and Mia incredulously watched Asher coax her mother into bed. If Mia hadn't witnessed her own brother's death with her own eyes, she might have believed Asher was her mother's long-lost son. She gave Asher a thumbs-up, genuinely impressed with his acting. The man, Wildman, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank goodness you guys came, otherwise Yan Yan might have caused trouble all night!" "Wildman, sorry for all the trouble over the years!" Mia bowed apologetically and handed over the 50,000 dollars. The man cheerfully accepted the money while holding a cigarette, "My dear daughter, why are you being formal with me! Cordelia is my wife. It's my duty to take care of her!" He then turned to Asher, appreciatively