Chapter 162 Loved One Hundred And Sixty Two

• "Cael, what happened in there?" Abigail asked, throwing off her jacket to the couch in her room, her eyes blazing with annoyance. Cael wondered how she was able to act civilized and calm until they got home. He bit the corner of his lip and shrugged. "You are shrugging like none of this matters?" she asked.
• "Mom, let us calm down. I am sure that Cael here has a perfectly good explanation for what happened," Frances said. She did not think that there was a good explanation; she was only hoping for it. She turned to Cael, who stood there with his hands in his pocket, and he looked like a guy slouched over a motorcycle that did not have a care in the world.
• "Calm down?" Abigail said after a while. She had expected her son to say something after his wife had come to his rescue like that, but instead of his words, all she heard was his heavy breathing. "Can't you see how he is acting? Acting like I have never done anything for him; he threw it all out without even thinking about it once, and I am supposed to calm down? Why should I do that?"