Chapter 68. Clean This Up!

Lancelot felt himself shriek when Madeline placed her hands on both his shoulders and tiptoed to plant kisses on his cheeks, and even on his forehead. What was all this sudden show of motherly love?

“We heard everything about your journey Lancelot! I am so proud of you, my son, so proud of you!”

Of course, there had to be something attached to it. His mother had never been one to just shower love on him without condition. Hell! This wasn’t even really love. She was just satisfied by the results he had given her, and now, she was acting with all the dopamine in her head.

Madeline locked her left arm with Lancelot’s right arm and led him to the rest of the waiting party. Roxanne and Peter followed him behind, equally in awe of their reception.

“Believe me son, I wanted to make a bigger deal out of your return, but your father insisted that I do not close down the streets of London!”

By the goddess! This was the happiest Lancelot had seen his mother be in