Chapter 317 Ch Three Hundred And Seventeen

• Malcolm sat slouched on the fine couch in his living room, staring at nothing in particular. His mind and head were overwhelmed by the thoughts of earlier that day. His phone was still lying on the table, and the conversation with his mother made his chest feel like stone.
• He felt so terrible and had been unable to leave her presence unscathed in heart, pretending to have received a sudden call, unable to even bring up the reason he had asked to meet.
• His heart ached with guilt and sadness. Of what his mother had to go through. Of what his father's stupidity had caused both him and his mother by bringing Irina into his life.