Amelia Clarke thought, no matter the estrangement between Owen Moreland and his mother, blood was thicker than water, and they were ultimately mother and son, an unbreakable bond.
Perhaps by saying this, she might ease the tension between the mother and son.
When Sophia Wilson heard Amelia's words, her expression didn't change, but Amelia keenly sensed the temperature around her drop several degrees, cold enough to send shivers down one's spine.
Just then.
A tall and imposing figure entered the restaurant door.
Ignoring the waiter's greeting, Owen Moreland's deep and penetrating gaze swiftly scanned the entire room, locating Amelia Clarke and heading straight towards her with determined strides, leaving behind a trail of rushing air.
Amelia saw him too, and as he approached her, she quickly stood up, "Owen."
She didn't notice that the moment Owen Moreland appeared, Sophia Wilson's complexion turned unsightly for a moment.
