As soon as Ethan Herd got in the car, he heard Mrs. Herd say this, and he felt his head swell.
"Mum, am I your son?"
Mrs. Herd nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, of course, but a son is a son, and the truth is the truth."
Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mum, stop, tell me first, how did you get here?"
Mrs. Herd's eyes flickered: "I...came...for tourism."
Ethan chuckled, "Mum, don't talk nonsense, other than shopping and playing cards, what else do you like? With this weather, you should be escaping the heat instead of coming to this place for tourism. Mum, do you think I'm stupid?"
"I really came for tourism, believe it or not."
"Alright, you're here for tourism, so tell me, how did Helena Zell get here?" Seeing Helena, Ethan couldn't help but think of Deano Zell.
