William went to his parents' house half-heartedly. His black Rolls Royce stopped in the neatly arranged yard of the spacious house. Some of the maple leaves in the courtyard turned yellow, making the night seem less dark, supporting the light from the landscape lighting.
Lisa had prepared a lot of food for tonight. William didn't have the heart to ignore his mother despite him starting to feel uncomfortable with his family's behavior.
His mother was looking forward to seeing him. At this time, Lisa, who had been very beautifully dressed up, stood near the entrance, waiting for his arrival.
"William, my son!" Lisa welcomed her son and hugged him tightly. It was a long hug, as if not wanting to let go.
"Mom, what's wrong?" William asked in surprise. He stared at the middle-aged woman in a white dress questioningly. "It's rare for you to greet me like this."
