Chapter 92. Tiptoe

Jason*

I immediately stood to my feet in anxiety. "Mom?"

She walked in with a plate of fried eggs, a cup of juice in the other hand.

She walked majestically into the parlor and dropped them on the table.

"What were you doing?"

"Just sitting, and thinking about my next move, the way forward," I said coldly.

"Jasmine is not coming back, you lost her and that's so sad," Mom sat down, took a fork and picked a piece of her fried egg, and munched on it.

"Lisa did this. You want to try some?"

"No, thank you."

"I insist, come, take a bite."

I got and walked to her reluctantly, took the fork, and picked a piece of it into my mouth. "It's tasty,"

"Yeah, it is but as tasty as Jasmine's meals."

I worried about how she kept mentioning her name in my ears, this was a plan or something like it.

She was making me lose