The smartphone screen flashed with the onslaught of messages one after another, seeing which Lucas sighed.
"Haaa!"
"Sir, is there a problem?"
A soft husky voice rang from outside.
"No, everything is fine. When will we arrive?"
"Within an hour?"
"Drive slowly. The road is quite bumpy."
Advising the coachman, his eyes darted at the series of messages.
The messages were typed hurriedly but the underlying sweetness and hidden concern in it could be felt with a glance.
Lucas propped up his chin staring at the rough scene outside.
'Mother seems to be worried about this mission.'Muttering inwardly, he looked at the screen.
[Son, listen to my advice. In the name of a mission, just come back home.No need to take trouble.]
[I haven't seen you for three months. My poor child, are you even eating well? You don't like vegetables and bitter things. How are you having your fill?]