Fortunately for Harrison, the sound of tyres coming to a halt with a screech echoed in the living room.
"Noah is back!" Madam Mia's lips curled up in a satisfied smile, and she forgot the unpleasant matter that took place just now. She sashayed her way to the front of the house. Her heels clicked on the marble floor with delicate clicks and clacks.
Behind her, Harrison heaved a sigh of relief. Just now he thought that he was going to be fired. He turned to continue with his work when he heard Madam Mia greet Noah, "Son, it's a good thing that you returned. You seem to be tired, do you want to drink water or shall I ask Harrison to brew a coffee for you?"
Noah, who was striding inside the house, paused. He recalled the bitter taste of the coffee that was being served to him and his stomach recoiled. Suddenly, he remembered the taste of the coffee that Ari made for him and his expression turned sombre.
