The old lady's face darkened upon hearing this: "You brat, stop joking around with me and get to Dallas. It's important."
"Not going." Lorraine Hanson leaned back into the sofa, loosened his tie, and replied decisively.
Going to Dallas? No way, the old lady has too many tricks up her sleeve, who knows what "surprise" she's lined up for him this time... another woman?!
"You dare!" The old lady shouted angrily, her temper flaring, "You little brat, don't you know what you've done? I heard you were drunk that night, but you can't just get someone pregnant and walk away!..."
"What are you talking about?" The man frowned, smirked, wondering what scheme the old lady was playing at again.
"You really want to walk away?"
"Walk away? Ha..." Lorraine Hanson got up and walked to the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went, "Grandma, can we stop being so childish? Tell me, what have you planned this time? Women? Naked women!?"
