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"Matt? Are you there?" Mary asked as the call was connected.
Matt cursed in his heart, but he still replied reluctantly, "H—Hey, Mom, what's up?"
"Oh thank God, you're there. I was worried for a while since you haven't called me," Mary sighed in relief. "What's wrong, Son. Why haven't you called me for almost a month now? Is there something wrong with your job?"
"It's all fine, Mom," Matt replied, not wanting to tell his mother about his real situation. He wasn't a renowned director who directed so many movies and TV shows. He was just a deadbeat who relied on his wife's credit card.
"Are you sure it's fine? Because you haven't been sending me any money for a while," Mary said. "You know that my living cost is a lot right now, I need a lot of money to make sure that Harry has a good life."
Matt couldn't help clicking his tongue annoyedly when his mother mentioned that useless bastard who lived with her now.
