Chapter 84

Third person's point of view.

(Humphrey's Home)

Arthur paced to and fro in their small living room, with his fingernails tucked between his teeth as he bite on them thoughtfully.

He slumped on a sofa and reached for the TV's remote control, he turned on the TV and searched through the channels absentmindedly, until his favourite show popped up.

Even though his favourite show was going on, he couldn't stop himself from glancing at the kitchen where his mom was cooking breakfast -his conversation with Alpha Jarek flashed back and he groaned.

He took a deep breath, ran his fingers through his hair a few times and got up. He stretched his body slightly and finally decided to approach her.

"My dearest mom" he called when he entered the kitchen.

"Yeah, my sweetest son" his mom called back, there's a hint of mockery in words.

Arthur looked at the counter, he's searching for something very simple he could help his mother with and his eyes land