"Okay," I agreed with her since I had an issue to sort with her.
"You have been very busy these days we barely get to see each other," she said with a pout as the chauffeur drove away from the medical center.
She moved closer and wrapped her arm around mine before resting her head on my shoulder.
"How was work?" she asked concerned.
"Good? I had a lot to do as usual," I replied casually. I was unwilling to go into details about how I made a mistake because I was thinking about the painting, I was forced to see this morning despite how much I tried to avoid looking at it.
I was lucky that it was a simple verbal mistake I made that would not cost someone their life. It was her fault though or my mum's? or maybe it was my fault for painting that.