「Hospital」
Seeing her son acting like this, Aria Harris felt an overwhelming urge to shove him back into her womb. What an embarrassment! The way he prioritized some girl over his own mother just made her want to give him a good thrashing.
"Marry a wife, forget your mother"—that ancient proverb certainly held true.
"Since you're okay now, let's go back to Abyanabad. Your school is starting soon..." Aria said.
"I'm not leaving until I see Curly," George said stubbornly.
"She doesn't even like you, so stop pestering her. Be careful, or she might kick you again," Aria said, exasperated.
"I just like Curly."
"You're just a three-year-old brat. What do you know about 'like'?"
"I'm almost four."
"Are you seriously going to argue with me about whether you're three or four? Does it even matter?" Aria retorted.
