Chapter 18: Trouble At Home

It was because Aurelia was never the type to talk to her son about what troubled her. In fact, he was doubtful about the fact that anything ever troubled her. If she was not somewhere issuing orders, then she was yelling at him to leave her presence. That was the life she lived everyday.

But now, she had said, "I am in trouble. Please help me."

Saying that to someone whom she found prodigal and useless?

For some seconds, Mario wondered what could be wrong at the almighty Aubert's residence. Whatever it was must have been really overwhelming for her. She could have called her other children- the ones who were 'not prodigal' or even confide in Sylvia, the mother of the cherished Annette everyone wanted for him. Why him?

Mario heaved a sigh and asked, "Who is this? I do not have a mother." His mind drifted back to the feeling of deja vu he experienced when he left Le Marais abruptly, after realising that Caroline had tricked him into coming. He had felt like he saw Annette.. in fact,