James Parker clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.
Albert Brown glanced at Father Brown who entered the room. The murder of one's heart was obvious. James had no descendants. How despicable of him.
"Uncle James, I apologize to you."
James Parker looked at Albert Brown and examined him for a while: "I was foolish."
Albert Brown pushed James Parker: "My mother is now living with me. My father is messing around with women outside, and she can't bear the depression, so I helped them get a divorce."
James Parker turned back: "Your father did such a thing outside?"
"..." Albert Brown felt it was unkind of him, but he wouldn't remember the lesson without being disciplined.
Mrs. Brown did not expect that James Parker would be brought home by her son. Father Brown paced around outside the Rose Garden, furious. He wanted to go inside, but he couldn't.
When James Parker entered, he looked at Mrs. Brown, somewhat lost in his thoughts. It took him half a day to speak.