You Are My Son

"When someone is battling for his life, all you could think is his wealth?" Remy stepped into the room.

"Ah it is not like that. You misunderstood. I come here just because I'm so worried." Margaret awkwardly smiled. "How are you my son, it has been a while since I saw you?"

Remy smirked. He didn't know since when they had a mother and son relationship. He still recalled how annoyed Margaret looked when he called her 'mom'. "Oh I'm doing so well that I didn't know that I have a mom." He sarcastically replied.

Margaret rushed forward and acted like she was not affected by Remy's words. "Have you been well?" She came for his hand.

Remy frowned. Immediately pulling his hand, he said, "What stunt are you playing right now?"

"What do you mean? Ah…" She stopped, gasping and acting like she recalled something. "Are you referring to the time I was yelling at you? I am sorry, that was because I was so stressed when William died."