Right when he stepped into the condo, he received a bolster that was flung at his face. The old woman reclined on the couch, railing at him, “If you can’t take care of me, why did you ask me to stay?”
Mark’s gaze sank as he internally recited a mantra: ‘No matter what happens, this is Arianne’s grandmother.’
He had to address her as “grandmother” too. He had to contain his temper...
He picked up the bolster and walked towards the couch, “I’ll help you to the toilet.”
The old woman casually locked her arms around his neck and hung off his body, “You’re pretty solid, kid. I thought you and Arianne had a divorce? Why are you still trying to gain brownie points?”
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