Author’s pov
Mrs Morgan felt a burning sensation all over her body as she could hold back Dora from leaving Adrian’s home. As she reflected on the fact that her only son had left the house to go and meet Amber, she moved around the large sitting room. Her hands were on her back and she was thinking about what to do.
“If Adrian had even chosen Anita, the heir to Charlton’s corporations, it would have been better.” She thought and walked up to the wine bar.
“Ma, breakfast is ready!” The cook said.
“Get out of here,” she shouted. She stood and lost the desire to drink any wine again. Her face was furious. She couldn’t believe seeing that she had lost some large percentage of control over her son that always wanted to please her. Filled with countless thoughts, she collected the glass cup and forgot to take a bottle of wine with her as she walked back to the chair she was sitting down on.
“How dare Adrian refuse to listen to me? Never will I accept Amber as the wife of my son.
