Bab 67: Dramarama

"Oh, my goodness, Filomena!" Irene glared at her daughter, who was standing in the corner of their living area.

Irene was tending to Jackson's little scratches, but Jackson kept pulling up a drama. She felt like scolding her daughter was the right thing to do. 

"Jack might have become your friend, but he is also your client. Moreover, even if he is your client or your friend, you shouldn't push someone off the railings!" Irene added while Jackson nodded. "Apologize now!"

"I'm sorry," Fil murmured, sulking in the corner like a child being punished. 

"Stand there until I finish tending to his wounds." Irene then faced Jackson apologetically. "Oh, you poor thing. My daughter isn't always like this. This is not who she was."

"I know — ah." Jackson winced as he dramatically touched his arm. "It hurts."

"Let me take a look at it," Irene panicked as she worriedly checked the back of his arm.