When Emmett looked at his guilty-looking father, dressed in a robe and fluffy white cat ears, his lips twitched.
Father, you are an old man! What the fuck are you doing with cat ears?
The robe was askew, clearly worn in a hurry, while there was definitely nothing under it.
No wonder the old man was standing so awkwardly, and his ex was tugging at her barely-there skirt.
And... is that a tail behind her? Were they also sharing this kind of thing?
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What the fuck?
Emmett had to take a deep breath to suppress the irritation when he hastily covered his nose.
The musty scent still lingering in the air hit his sharp nose like a biological weapon.
He, being the most experienced in such matters, could tell at a glance that they must have been going at it when his mother, Lily, returned early from her shopping trip.
At that moment, Lily had been sobbing, heartbroken, while glaring at both father and son.
All of them could read her silent accusation.
