"Do you think I was wrong, Mom?"
The question came quietly.
After dinner, the Pearl Villa had settled into its usual peaceful atmosphere.
The clouds were moving , leaving behind the pleasant scent of wet earth drifting in through the open windows.
Elena and Miles sat together in the living room with warm tea resting on the coffee table between them.
For a few moments, Elena simply looked at her son.
She had seen countless expressions on his face since he came back.
The cold eyes of Anger.
The determined eyes of a chairman.
The joyful smile of an elder brother.
But tonight...
He looked like nothing more than a young man searching for an answer from his mother.
Elena smiled gently.
"To be honest..."
"I really feel bad for Clarissa."
Miles quietly listened.
"But that doesn't mean you are wrong."
She lifted her cup before continuing.
"When I was in high school..."
"There were many girls who liked your father."
Miles blinked.
"Dad was popular?"
Elena laughed softly.
