Averie paced around the room.
'Their son has abruptly chosen a new career path and is enjoying great success, yet they don't even call? What kind of parents are they?'
"Is something wrong?" Hyerin asked, looking up from her book.
The diabolical actor released the breath he was holding in. "I will inform you if I want to meet them."
"I can come with you if you are nervous."
"No thanks."
Hyerin played with her hair. "Have you still not made up after that big fight?"
'Girl, I can't recall what I ate last night; you think I will know what the previous Averie did and did not do?'
"I don't know," Averie replied, sullenly turning his back to her.
He quietly took out his phone.
'So, it's true.'
In his contacts, two numbers stood out.
'Mom and Dad...'
Logs showed that these numbers hadn't been called in the past two years.
He looked at the messages shared between him and the two.
'The last message was from Averie two years ago.'
It was a very simple message.
- Can we talk?
