Mind Reading Isn't So Good After All
As she was leaving, she didn't forget to threaten Mom, "One day, you'll come begging me for help."
I stood aside as my thoughts formed in my mind: "If Mom allows Yvette to leave like that, it's like letting a tiger return to its lair. Now, she can enjoy herself with Dad out there."
Mom shot John a meaningful look, and he understood at once. John chased after Yvette immediately.
At this point, I turned to the man in the black suit, who was standing next to Mom.
She finally remembered to introduce him. "Tiff, this is Mr. Brendan Smith."