"What are you doing here?!" The furious voice came from the doorstep.
Gloria's heart fastened its beats as she heard the voice, and unknown to her, she slid her hand tightly onto Christon's coat sleeve as she looked down in fear. Christon's eyes flickered for an instant as he glanced down at the little hand that curled around his cuff, but turned back cold the next second as he heard the shrill voice of the woman that stood in front of them.
"How dare you come here, despite all the things that you've caused to my son!" Mrs. Marino marched toward her, fisting her hands, and grabbed Gloria's wrist tightly.
Christon stepped in as a barrier between both of them, blocking Mrs. Marino from attempting to hurt Gloria anymore.
"It is wise that you don't raise your voice, Mrs. Marino," he said coldly, looking right into the woman's gaze that glared behind at Gloria.
