"Raymond, are you sure you don't want your birth mother? If you don't, I'll have Sister Isabel leave our home right away."
Raymond still didn't speak.
Isabel's fingers gripping the tableware turned white from the force.
Percy pursed his lips, his voice carrying a hint of chill: "Raymond, if you want your birth mother, then call her 'Mum'. If you don't, I'll make your birth mother leave right now, and from now on, you live with me."
Paused, Percy continued: "Of course, after this, you will never see your birth mother again."
Raymond suddenly looked up at Percy, then at Isabel, his little mouth opened but still didn't say anything. Instead, he stood up, threw away his tableware, and ran back to his bedroom once again.
As Raymond closed his door, the tableware in Isabel's hand fell onto the table with a crash, and one piece rolled onto the ground.