As though he had sensed his mother's thoughts, Slytherin looked at her warily.
"Mother, you cannot go bother her, nor should you disturb her," he warned.
Looking at her son, Slytherin's mother felt a bit helpless.
She hadn't even done anything, and Slytherin had already become agitated.
Was he still her son?
"I won't trouble her. Look at you, you hardly resemble a gentleman of the Wester family.
Upon hearing his mother mention the family again, Slytherin, disgruntled, covered his ears, attempting to evade her in this way.
"I can't listen anymore. Don't we still have my older brother? The burden of the Wester Family doesn't need to be placed on me."
After saying this, he left.
Had he not left, his mother would inevitably have continued nagging him.
Looking at her willful son, Slytherin's mother sighed.
