Antonio's POV

"Antonio!" 

I groaned lowly. Sometimes, I regret coming home. Today is one of those days.

"Mother" I greeted, walking further into the living room, ignoring the glare my mother threw my way from where she stood.

"Don't walk out on me, Antonio!" Halting, I waited for her to get to me.

"What is it this time?" I asked, holding myself from rolling my eyes at her.

Isn't she supposed to rest from all the work stress, considering her health issues?

Health issue. Whenever I said ...