49 - His wife & his mum

Monica turned to the sound of the voice, meeting the gaze of a blonde woman with hazel eyes. Her features were very much Similar to Dickson, except for the eye color. Dickson's eyes were as green as Sly's. She was clad in pure silk satin pajamas and looked utterly refined and younger than her age. If Monica couldn't tell by her resemblance to Dickson that this was Sly's mother, she would have graded her no more than thirty, age-wise. She was a petite frame and exhumed an arrogant aura, which made Monica groped and displaced.

Comparing this woman to her mum would be a completely impossible task. They had absolutely nothing in common. She could understand what Sly had gone through living with this woman over the years. Whichever way, Monica did not utter a word. It was in Sly's place to introduce her to his family and not the other way round. Sly looked around mockingly and said coldly, "Mum, there are no kids around here so who are you directing all those questions to?"

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Esther Bernard

I hope there will be no poison on the food

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