After receiving the message, Chason rushed to the villa in the western suburbs. It was rare for his mother to say that she wanted to see him, now she invited him to the villa in the western suburbs for the first time. He felt sad. For so many years, his mother had never asked to see him for family affairs. Every time she came to him for business and interests.
This time, he had already guessed what was going on. But it was time to see her.
The villa in the western suburbs was both familiar and strange to him. He actually admired mother most deep down in his heart, but he didn't know how to get along with her for so many years. His mother's sternness and ability had influenced him a lot. He appreciated her, but he also resisted from the bottom of his heart. He only hoped that they could become normal mother and son, and in addition to the interests of the family, they had something else. Such as family affection and care. Just like Claire and Joanna, that was also the reason why he liked Joanna so much as soon as he saw her.
In the villa in the western suburbs, the Butler led Chason in and said, "Madam is in the kitchen."
"Kitchen?" Chason was stunned.
The Butler sighed, "Mrs. Gina insisted on making you a meal today."
A trace of guilt flashed through Chason's eyes. Although his mother had gone too far, she was still his mother. Perhaps over these years, as a son, he hadn't done enough. "Well, I'll go to the kitchen to see my mother myself."
It was a long corridor from the gate to the kitchen. He quickened his pace, but stopped in front of a photo frame.
Even though the photo had turned yellow, the frame was spotless. He recognized at a glance that the handsome man and the beautiful woman in the photo were his parents. He had never taken a family photo of the three of them alone for so many years. This was the first one. He remembered that after her father's accident, his mother destroyed all their photo albums in order to vent her hatred. He didn't expect that there was a family photo of them in this inconspicuous place.
Chason felt a lump in his throat. He walked around the front hall and finally arrived at the kitchen. Gina was cooking with her back to him. Taking off her high heels and wearing an apron, Gina looked more gentle, "Mom."
"You are here!" Gina was a little rusty while cooking. She hadn't been to the kitchen for so many years. She continued and wave at Chason, "Get out of the kitchen and wait."
Chason shook his head and pulled his mother gently. "Let me do it."
Compared with Gina, he was more familiar with the way he cooked. He chuckled. He couldn't believe what was happening now. Such a cozy scene of mother and son could only appear in his dream.
Before long, several dishes were finished. The mother and son sat together. Gina sighed. How many years had passed since they could have dinner together peacefully?
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