[119] Ready to carry out

Mrs. Mcmaster was already afraid of the possible reaction she might get from her son. She touched the tip of the glass filled with a red substance to her lips, while clear lines of concern appeared on her forehead. As she bent her neck to consume another sip, her body trembled by the unexpected response that sounded behind her back. 

"Mom... How could you...." A broken voice spoke mixed with anger with a hint of sorrow evident on every uttered syllable.

"What the..." Mrs. Mcmaster gripped the arm of the chair, she almost ended up cursing but stopped biting her lower lip. Her breaths quickened. She almost had dropped the glass on the floor, but managed somehow to keep her posture unruffled at the last moment. She then stretched her ne