Michael held onto his mom's hand, looking serious beyond his years. "Mommy, women need to cherish themselves. Just shop, go for a stroll and take care of yourself sometimes. Leave the burden of providing for the family to us men."
"But …"
"Mommy." Michael was particularly grave, not at all like a six-year-old child.
He nodded at Victoria. "I will support you."
"Oh, my second beloved Michael," Victoria was so touched she became a blubbering mess.
She hugged Michael, "Darling, you are really a man worth entrusting my whole life to, but mommy can't stand by watching you begging. You're still so young, even though if you were a beggar, people might give more money…"
"Hold on, hold on," Michael interrupted his mom quickly, "Who is begging?"
My god, how did those people explain things to my mom?
I simply took Mr. Kong to apply for a job as a gardener at the Clegg family home. Who said I was begging?
So angry!
Smashes!
