After the phone call, Zenni stood up from where she was sitting. Instead, she sat on her husband's lap.
Her left hand was placed on Ethan's chest while her right hand caressed his face. “Darling, even though the company wasn't at its prime a few months ago, that's not enough reason for our son to leave, right?” She said, looking stubbornly into her husband's eyes, green ones meeting black.
There were vivid traces of stubbornness on Zenni's face as if to tell Ethan that there was no escaping the question this time around.
“He was continuously traced,” Ethan mentioned while rubbing her left hand.
Ethan's question made Zenni frown. Subconsciously, she sat up straight and stopped her actions. “By whom?” Her voice was layered with protective coldness. “Is it…”
