"Then be nice to Byanca, treat her like the most precious woman in your life, Devan," said Mrs. Seira, occasionally sobbing.
Hearing that, Devan fell silent. But only a few seconds and replied to his mother, "Okay, Mom. Now, stop crying and don't blame yourself anymore, okay?" For now, he had no other choice to comfort his mother, and finally, he could only give up.
He seemed to have to learn to restrain himself, as well as learn to treat Byanca the way he always did, pretending as if nothing had happened at all. Well, at least until the wedding day arrives.
"One more thing," said Mrs. Seira while rubbing her still wet cheek.
"What is it, Mom. Tell me," replied Devan.
"Regarding the news that the media removed, I want you to do something about it, honey," said Mrs. Seira, staring at her son without blinking.
Devan sighed harshly, "What do you want me to do? It's over Ma. Don't bring it up again."
