Reeva's sister jokingly and seriously said, "Lewis, since you like Arlo so much, why don't you become his stepfather? That would be perfect, right? My eldest sister probably wouldn't object."
I walked in, holding the urn. As soon as they saw me, the laughter in the room suddenly stopped.
Layla and Reeva's sister were full of disgust and contempt, as if I were a mosquito in the summer, disturbing their sweet dreams...
Seeing that I came alone, they didn't care about what I was holding.
They didn't even care about my arrival.
Reeva, with a dark face, asked me, "Why did you come alone?"
"What else?"
I stared indifferently at Reeva. "Do you expect me to bring a gigolo like you do, to wish your mother a happy birthday?"
"Ben!"
My words just made Reeva upset. She gave me a serious look and told me, "I've already reminded you, bring our son to sincerely wish my mother a happy birthday. Don't make me feel embarrassed! And now you're giving me a blank expression, you're purposely trying to make me feel uncomfortable, right?"
Facing Reeva's anger, I laughed. "You shameless person. Do you know what embarrassment is?"
"Ben, have you had enough? I am Arlo's mother!"
Reeva yelled at me with a cold face.