Chapitre 773: Prayers

The next morning...

"Mama, when are you going to work?"

Francesca glared at Darren in return, "Son, even at this time you're thinking about work? How am supposed to focus when you're like this?"

"I told you I'm fine," replied Darren. "If you continue to spend all your time around here, you'll make me feel like I'm dying."

Francesca hit his leg because she couldn't hit his head and said, "Don't talk about dying! How many times should I repeat myself?"

Darren sighed out, "If you think I'm healthy enough to take your beating, why can't you just focus on yourself?" He took a moment and held her hand saying, "There must be so many things pending at the office. Trust me, you'd so busy that you'd even forget there is a son waiting for you." He patted the back of her hand with his other as he went on, "So, stop wasting time around here. You can see me in the evening."