Has his mother been staying at home for too long since retiring, with her IQ rapidly dropping? Even such an impotent threat could be spoken.
Thomas Fisher halted his steps, and seeing him stop, Autumn York felt elated that her son was still reluctant to leave this home.
But when she saw him turn around with a sullen face, her joy froze there abruptly, followed by a bad premonition sprouting from the bottom of her heart.
"Since you're so eager to drive me out of this home, I'll grant you your wish. I won't come back to anger you anymore."
Thomas Fisher's face was gloomy, his tone extremely low. His black eyes concealed a faint worry and disappointment.
"You..."
Autumn York had many words to retort, but they stuck in her throat like a fishbone, and she couldn't utter them.
Thomas Fisher gave his mother a long look, then turned to leave, dragging his suitcase behind him.
Bam!
