CHAPTER 13

Verania's Point of View

After Mama's initial reaction, despite Ares being ready to sleep, he returned to his wheelchair and went to the mini-living room to talk to Mama, with me in tow. My presence is necessary in this conversation as well.

As I discreetly stole glances at Ares, I noticed that he seemed somewhat tense. I also saw a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, despite the strong air conditioning in the room.

I couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at what I observed, but I quickly suppressed it when Mama's gaze shifted in my direction.

"So, who's going to explain this?" Mama began, her eyes locked onto mine.

"Verania? Will you please elaborate on the situation?" she continued, and I forced a smile onto my lips despite feeling a little nervous.

"Confidential, Ma, for work," I responded, maintaining my strained smile while Mama regarded me with suspicion.

"Confidential again? You always say that," Mama's tone turned a bit stern as she voiced her skepticism.

"Promise! Ares is just