Chapter 93

Henry sighs, defeated. Your mother always knows how to touch the weak points at the right times.

"I promise," he grumbles.

Alice smiles, casting a grateful look at her son. She opens the door, illuminating the kitchen with the strong light in the living room. A characteristic sound spreads through the room before the door closes. It doesn't take a single second until she is wide open again, and a blonde hair appears on the way, followed by Wanda's loud and striking voice.

"There you are!

Henry slightly arches one of his eyebrows, his arms still crossed over his chest. “Did you need me?

“Of course! My husband deserves a beating, how much do you charge to do for me?

He rolls his eyes.

"No weather for jokes, Wanda.

She sits on the other side of the table, raises her legs and crosses them on top of the dark wood, tilting the chair back. "Why are you in a bad mood, handsome?

"My girlfriend was admitted to the hospice for the second ti