Chapter 81: CHAPTER 81: IS IT REALLY TRUE?

"Mother, I am home!" the man wearing black stated with a smile as he faced the woman who had carried him for nine months, and raised him to be the man he is today, even though it wasn't easy.

Sitting on a couch with teary eyes, her hands clenching a hanky, was a middle-aged woman who was dressed elegantly with pearls adorning her neck and ears.

"Amir, my child! You are home!" she couldn't help but choke as she looked at the son she hadn't seen in a very long time.

Amir felt his heart pang with guilt and sadness as he looked at his mother, one of the people he had managed to hurt in this life.

"Mother, your son had not been filial!" he couldn't help but bow his head towards her apologetically as he recalled how he had been treating her for the past year.