C87 The Storms Arrives

“What's wrong, son?" Mrs. Lucinda asked as she sat beside her son on the couch.

Darien, whose face was clouded with anger, hastily stood up, avoiding his mother's touch.

“Tell me, is it true?" Darien asked, his arms folded above his chest, and his back against his mother's gaze.

Mrs. Lucinda was confused as she couldn't comprehend what her son was talking about