Chapter 25: How did you meet?

Vergil felt a mix of complicated emotions regarding the simple gesture his mother was making by holding on…

Honestly, he had expected to be beaten with brooms, wooden spoons, and flying frying pans, or targeted by guided sandals that hit every throw, yet here he was, unharmed…

He was almost offering to take a beating… However, the woman's calculating gaze hit him, sending a shiver down his spine as she stared deeply at him, her expression just frustration.

Vergil glanced sideways at his wives, who seemed to calmly wait for whatever he was going to come up with for his mother…

'What the hell... They can handle this, right?' He thought, 'Well, if I fall, they will fall with me.'

'This should work…' he thought, before finally breaking the silence with a deep breath, Vergil began to speak. "Well, Mom, the truth is... we met online."