Travis settled down on the sofa, his eyes still carrying a lingering fatigue.

Having spent the entire night without rest, merely relying on these two hours of sleep was far from sufficient.

"What brings you here?"

Travis rubbed his weary brow and looked up at Heather.

"I am your mother, can't I come?" Heather coldly snorted, staring at her son with disapproval.

Travis, seeing her overbearing demeanor, couldn't be bothered to argue with her.

Turning his ...