Okay, so I officially hated Conan's mom.
Every time she showed up, he went back into that cold, detached, blank-faced mode like she flipped a switch inside him—and it pissed me off. But I didn't know if I had a say in cutting off his family. I shouldn't have bought her that bracele. That was my mistake.
She was already shameless enough barging into my house like she owned it, but when she spotted an unopened bottle of imported wine on the shelf and claimed it as part of her son's "dowry," I almost bit my own tongue in half.
"Such a nice gift," she admired the bracelet while twirling the wine bottle in her hands like a prize trophy as we drove her back to her place. "Oh, and it looks like dinner's going to be served in a bit. As I mentioned, you two should come sit for a meal."
