Peter: "…"
He had indeed been thinking about how to ask. Now that his mother had suddenly put him on the spot, he clenched his jaw. "Mom, I want to ask you a question."
"Tell me."
Nora cocked her head.
Peter coughed. "I have a friend…"
"Oh~" Nora looked at him with interest. "What happened to your friend?"
Peter: ???
He blushed at the thought that his mother knew he was making up a friend.
Then he coughed. "Well, this friend of mine, he has a girl he likes, but this girl…"
Before he could finish, someone knocked on the door.
The butler walked in and said, "Ma'am, the vet is here."
Nora nodded at the butler. "Alright."
Then, she looked at Peter. "Let's go downstairs and take a look. We'll talk about it later."
Her son was clearly stammering. Even if she gave him a few minutes, he might not be able to finish speaking. She should give him more time to calm down!
