Stella was not angry. "How many days would you normally see your son in a month?"
"That's none of your business. Just look at yourself. I think that this place will close down soon," Owen's temper got even worse.
Stella smiled. "You miss your son very much whenever you steal things, don't you? You think that he would appear whenever you steal, then you could meet and talk to him, am I right? You could also see the way he cares for you through his behavior. You are very self-abased and you are always afraid that your son will abandon you."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Owen stood up in agitation. "What do you mean by self-abased? I am not self-abased. You look more like it yourself. You realize that you can't cure me and so you start scolding me and even cursing me, saying that my son wants to abandon me. I will go to the Consumer Association and sue you!"
