033: Breakfast (II)

"Really?" Claude throws his mother a hopeless glance before jumping on his feet. 

"Don't look at me like I am the culprit here." Sylvia scoffed. "I was only talking about facts. She should have at least listened to me. It's not like I am asking her to just stop living her life." 

Claude wanted nothing more than to sprint towards his room and make sure that Ayla was alright. But he also knew that he needed to clarify his stance on the matter before his mother first. Otherwise, it would be just brushed under the rug.

"You could have at least talked to me first. We have been barely married for like ten days in total. And here you are putting pressure on her like this." His hands reached up to brush his hair back in frustration. "I don't even understand why you want a grandchild so badly when you already have three of them." His words were curt, and hit the old man right where it hurt her. 

Sylvia gasped in shock before recovering from it.