"That dirty woman?" Adam looked at Diandra as indifferently as if he were looking at a stranger. No one could tell that the two were a biological mother and son.
When Adam looked at Diandra, she was too guilty to look into his eyes.
She gave birth to him after a forty-week pregnancy. Because she had not cared for him much since he was a child, he was very indifferent to her. She could not even find her influence on him.
"Is there anything you have done these years that is not dirtier than that of the woman? Anyone, except you, has the right to blame me. If you cause trouble for the people around me again, I don't mind teaching you a lesson in my way." With these words, Adam turned and went away. Diandra seemed too impatient to see Diandra for another second.
"Adam, did you come here today just to warn me not to deal with your assistant?" Diandra was probing into her enigmatic son's attitude.