Billionaire's Servant
, she greets me back, her voice sweet and warm.
No matter how many grudges we have held against each other at certain points in our lives, the mother does remain the mother.
"How're you doing?", she asks in her usual voice of regular concern.
"Fine... Quite good, actually.", I reply, trying too hard to impose some hint of monotony in my voice; because what I originally want to say is - "Amazing! Never been better!", but that will sound too dramatically unusual.
"Okay..? Anything wrong?", is Mom's reply. Ughghh... Why did Moms have to have this ability of reading in between vocal modulations even?
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