073: Putting Blames and Burning Pancakes

He waved his hand in front of her face, snapping his fingers a couple of times but earning a sharp glare. He smiled. "Mom"

Ms. Martin rolled her eyes and averted her gaze away from her oldest son, gawking at the blank wall of the hospital before asking. "Eric's dead, isn't he?"

Silvester sighed, "He's badly injured and has fallen into a coma, his left hand is gone," he replied, waiting to see her reaction but he got none, she continued glaring at the wall while her hands clenched tightly on the sheets.

"And my mate?"

Silvester poked his inner cheek. her mate? His bastard of a stepfather, would he be called cruel if he said he was delighted that the bastard was gone? Compared to the others, he took the blow extremely which had divided his skull. Tsk, what a cruel way to die. "He didn't make it" again, he watched her reaction. It wasn't like she married the lunatic because she liked him, love wasn't even in the question. "Are you not going to ask about Reid? " He inquired expectantly bu