After ensuring that the kitchen staff were fixing Jasmine, a mouth-watering breakfast, Carol got information on the specific bedroom Richmond was currently occupying.
Marching over to Richmond's new bedroom in a fit of rage, like a horse with an itchy nose, Carol barged in, without even knocking.
Richmond, who was already dressed up in his work suit and about to pick up his briefcase from the bed, was shocked to see her, fuming like an overripe tomato about to burst. He recalled her saying she would visit the previous evening. But he didn't know it would be this early.
"Mum!" Richmond stood up straight, arching his right brow at her as she marched up to him.
Smack!
Carol unleashed all her fury on her only son in one fierce slap. "Ah..." She felt immense pain on her soft palm as though she had slapped a light-cushioned boulder.
