Cold war, reprimanding, persuasion, pleading... all taking turns.
He bowed his head, admitted his mistakes.
But the thread within his heart never loosened.
In the midst of the argument, the waiter brought over a few slices of cake.
"Sir, here's your tiramisu and black forest cake."
She bent down to set down the plates.
Julian West felt his face heat up and sat down quickly, pointing at the cake.
"Mom, don't you love tiramisu? Go ahead and eat."
Laura Rhys sighed, shook her head helplessly, her eyes mingled with heartache.
"Why do you insist on clashing with the family? Your parents speak so much for your benefit, don't they?"
Her voice softened.
"We don't insist on you being a doctor, but the path you've chosen... it's too risky, what if something goes wrong?"
Henry West coldly laughed.
"If you're really capable, how come you ended up in the hospital after hacking?"
His tone was full of ridicule.
"You think we don't know anything? You think this can be hidden?"
