Sleeping Pills

After the long drive from the restaurant, they arrived at Angela's house. Bethany began marvelling at the modest penthouse. Angela guided her to the guest room, so she and Adrain could freshen up and have a change of clothing. 

Both mother and son stepped down in their PJs and reclined on the couch while Angela poured them some freshly squeezed orange juice. 

"Nice house Angela," Bethany commented while sipping the sweet juice.

"Thanks, I bought this five years ago glad it's not too shabby for you." 

Bethany laughed. She lived in a much grander penthouse in Dubai, she had a similar house in Italy and Paris too but she sold it since she won't be living there very often. There wasn't much liveliness in those houses anyway.

As a woman of luxury, she loved spending money to indulge herself. Many people thought of her as a selfish and ignorant mother for that. People forced her to believe that about her. Sometimes she feels guilty for pri