[84] Provocation

"Mom, I think we need to talk," Ryan asked staring at his mother who was sipping tea from the cup in her hand with great ease.

Mrs. Mcmaster leaned back on the couch relaxing every muscle of her body and bore an enchanting smile on the corner of her lips, asked pretending curious,"Yes dear."

Ryan clenched his fist, the pain of digging his nails into his palm suppressed his emotion. While he tried best to present his tone as normal as possible, but the anxiety was still visible enough in his tone to be caught, "Since when you knew about Maze and me?!,"

Mrs. Mcmaster chuckled looking at her son. How old is that little boy today, who was still trying to hide from his mother after failing to do so. But he has forgotten that it is never possible to hide the smallest details of the child from the mother.

"Sit here and have some chamomile tea...It'll help you to relax," Mrs. Mcmaster took the tea cup near her nose and inhaled closing her e