Chapter 29

The bumper to bumper traffic tested my patience a lot. The usual fifteen to twenty minutes ride became almost an hour and a half because of rush hours and road interruptions. I texted my son’s phone immediately when we arrived at the condominium, waiting in the lobby. I decided to wait him here to avoid long chats with Blake and waste time as Barack was waiting us in the hotel. A minute after I sent the message, my phone beeped. 

“Come here upstairs, mom. I am still playing with dude,” it says. I smirked and typed my response. “Don’t use your scheme on me, Blake. My son doesn’t know how to read and type. Bring him here because your extended time is up.”

Ethan doesn’t know how to read properly at his young age. He prioritized his play but he thinks very mature than a usual five-year-old kid. The only reason why I put phone on his bag was that for emergency and he can ask someone to read my