"No, but you almost sent your son to meet the King of Hell."
"If the person who almost died was you, would you still be able to say that?"
Christopher Robinson was extremely impatient, reaching out to flick his cigarette ash but realizing it was Amelia Cobb's dressing table. If he dirtied it, the little one would scold him again.
Helplessly, he turned around and went to a low table nearby, flicking the ash there.
"Before you take any actions, remember to seek the opinion of the person involved, I don't want the last bits of affection between us mother and son to be ruined by such trivial matters."
"Boundary sense, mother must understand."
Christopher's tone was not heavy, but every word he uttered was like a beating.
He really didn't have a good face for Madeline Carter.
After Christopher finished speaking, his gaze at Madeline was even stranger than that of a stranger.