Oregon
Let's go," I told Vivian after I finished dressing up.
"To your mother's bedroom, right?" she asked, and I saw how nervous and timid she was.
"Obviously," I answered and rolled my eyes. "Or do you want to stay back? I will talk to mother. I feel like you won't be able to face her with that look on your face."
"Don't worry!" she gulped heavily and held the sides of her dress. "I want to come with you."
"Okay then... Let's go," I said, and we both left the room. We took the elevator, and while we were still inside, she kept inhaling and exhaling.
"Hey, you don't have to be nervous. I will be there too," I uttered, with a calm tone as I tried to soothe her.
"Okay," she whispered and smiled.
The elevator dinged and opened. We faced each other before leaving and quietly walked through the passageway.
"We are here," I whispered, coming to a halt. After knocking on the door, we heard her soft voice telling us to come in.
I pushed the door and it opened, then we both entered. We met Laura having hot coffee, her face looking happy, and I was relieved by the cool atmosphere I noticed.
"I thought you would not come, son. You two, sit," she said.
Vivian and I exchanged glances before taking our seats. She was wondering why Laura was behaving that way. It made her think she was going to accept her now.
"What's your name again, young lady?" she asked, as she gently placed the cup of coffee on the saucer which was on the table between us.
"It's Vivian Miller," she answered.
"But Mum, why do you keep forgetting her name?" I inquired, a brow moving upwards.
Laura chuckled and covered her lips with her palm. "Pardon me, but no one can blame old age, you know. You might have forgotten that I'm still in my late 50s. Don't let my pretty and young-like face fool you," she winked.
"Mother, you didn't call both of us here to flatter yourself, right? Why did you call us here? Don't you think you should start saying all you have to say?" I asked.
"Hmm... Yes. You both are three minutes late. I am certain that I said 8pm," she said, and tilted her head like she was suspicious.
"Does that even matter?" I questioned, tired and frustrated by her talks.
"Oh, please! Oregon, let me speak. Don't I have the right to speak as I want? I'm your mother, and you should listen to me. I'm also the Queen of the Moon Groove Pack," her voice came out emotionless and strong, her brows ceased, and her face turned red with fury.
I inhaled deeply and gave a nod. "You can speak, mother. What are you implying?"
"It can only mean one thing, or should I say two things?" she said, with a smirk on her face. "Either you both arrived here coincidentally, or Vivian came to meet you and tattled about my message."
I heard Vivian breathe out loudly, and her eyes went down. Even without properly looking at her, I saw how scared and nervous she was.
"I think it should be the former, isn't it? I can't be wrong. Vivian, do you hate me so much that you have to tattle to the Lycan King?" Laura asked.
"Mum..." I inhaled and rubbed my face with my palm. "You should rephrase your words. Rather than the strong word HATE... shouldn't you rather say SCARED? Vivian was scared, that was why she came to tell me about your message..."
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