*Hiccup!*
*Hiccup!*
Henry Green was just done emptying the bottle he planned on emptying.
*Hiccup!*
'At least he's doing it on my porch where I can see him,' Sylvia Green thought to herself. She was constantly disappointed with the son she tried so hard to be proud of all the time. It was tiring, and his weakness to that despicable woman was starting to get on her nerves.
"All of this because of her, this too," Sylvia murmured to herself.
Had she not been eavesdropping on the calls he was receiving on his phone lately, who would know what would've happened to them? Each time she remembered that her idiot of a son was about to throw away the tender for purely sentimental reasons her blood dried in her veins. That tender was going to strengthen their position in the market and bring the attention of new foreign suppliers after their increasing dependency on that route. Local suppliers refused to work with Green-soft.
