Mr. Hughes tried calling again, but couldn't reach her, and threw his phone in anger.
His body swayed slightly from anger.
Mrs. Hughes supported him, "Don't get too worked up, your hand just healed."
It was worse when she mentioned it; he became even angrier. That rebellious daughter of theirs had brought in some little thug who actually laid hands on him, yet afterward, he couldn't find a trace of them! If it weren't for the injury on his hand, he might have thought he was being paranoid!
"Have some tea to calm down." Mrs. Hughes helped Mr. Hughes to sit down and handed him a cup of chrysanthemum tea.
"If only Lorraine had half of Grace's qualities."
"It's my fault, I didn't manage Lorraine well." Mrs. Hughes said with a face full of guilt. She maintained herself well, exuding the same warmth as when she was young.
Seemingly gentle and understanding, Mr. Hughes was most fond of this aspect of hers.
