"Leon Treshvire, are you trying to call me, your mother, a troublemaker?" Marissa glared at her son, hands akimbo.
"No mum...," Leon stood up and moved closer to his mum. He kissed her teasingly on the cheeks and smiled. "... I can never say that to my own sweet mother."
"Don't try to sweet-talk me, young man," Marissa hissed and rolled her eyes at her son.
"I'm not trying to sweet talk you, Mum. I'm just trying to plead with your conscience. I want peace in my home and not conflict. You and Maggie are both my mothers and I'll hate to see you two tear yourself apart. Think of your grandchildren and think of the effect quarrelling with Maggie will have on Ella. My wife is very emotional and I don't want anything that will affect her emotions."
