"No, it's not like that. I'm staying at the Johnson Family's house, so in a way, I'm a guest, and I should do what I can on my own." George explained.
Aria Harris angrily said, "Stop lying to me! It's definitely that Curly girl treating you like a servant again."
"No, she didn't."
Aria looked at her son, who was bewitched, and said, "Fine! If you want to stay, then stay. From now on, don't expect me to think of you as my son."
Owen Hunter said, "Your mom's pregnant, her emotions are unstable. Don't take her words to heart. If you want to stay and keep Grandpa company, then stay."
"Thanks, Dad."
Owen sighed and patted his son's head.
Aria stood up and left the hospital room, with Owen following her out.
In the dim safety corridor, Aria began to cry. Owen hugged her from behind, gently comforting her, "You're pregnant now, you can't let your emotions fluctuate too much."
