[Earl's Bedroom]
"Have you tracked it?"
A feminine voice asked solemnly.
"Yes, I have."
"I see."
The voice said before turning her head to the screen. A screen that showed her, the figure of her battered son.
For a while, the room was silent, as both the husband and wife watched the fight.
But it was broken, by an enquiring voice.
"You look upset?"
And that triggered her.
Snapping her head at her husband.
"You aren't!?"
She asked in a deep voice.
Yes, she was upset, and not just upset, she was enraged, thoroughly.
Right now, there were only two things she wanted to.
First, save her son.
And second, to fucking kill this demon.
But if her husband continued acting like that, then, adding 'punching him in the face' in the list won't be a far-fetched move.
After all, wasn't it because of him that her son was fighting this demon?
Couldn't he just keep his mouth shut!