She wanted to treat all of this as a joke.
But...
Reality didn't allow her to.
"Mom."
Maxwell Peary turned his head and glanced at her, handing her a tissue.
Silvia Waterborne took it and wiped her tears.
"It took me over an hour to do my makeup, it shouldn't get ruined."
She seemed to be talking to herself. After saying this, her mood seemed to lighten a bit.
"You can drop me off, go handle your own business, I can take a taxi back, or I can have Evelyn pick me up."
Silvia spoke, looking at her son.
He was much more useful than his father, knowing how to fight back.
"I'll take you there. If you take a taxi and run into the paparazzi, what then?"
Silvia's status was too sensitive, so everything related to her had to be handled with caution.
Silvia nodded, just looking at her son in front of her.
In the blink of an eye, her son was already twenty-nine years old.
Thinking about this, she suddenly felt that the past years were blank spaces.
