12. Shane's Family

"Shane...," called the soft voice of a woman around forty years old who still looked beautiful. The woman with neatly tied-up hair, revealing her slender neck, giving her a firm and efficient appearance, peeked into her son's unlocked room.

Spontaneously, Shane turned towards the door and greeted his mom with an innocent look, "What's up, Mom?"

Mrs. Kate scrutinized Shane, "I called you several times, and you didn't respond. I thought you weren't in your room. Were you not hearing or daydreaming?"

"Oh... sorry, Mom. I didn't hear your voice," he replied, somewhat flustered.

"Hmm... daydreaming about what?"

Shane got up from his seat on the bed and pretended to place his phone on the table while searching for an excuse, "Just focusing on reading an article, Mom. You know, when I’m focused on work, I tend to ignore what's around."

Mrs. Kate then approached her beloved and only son. She knew Shane's expression when he lied; he would either bow his head or throw his gaze elsewhere, anywhe