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A middle-aged woman, looking beautiful in her clothes and ornaments she had on was sitting on the settee.

Apollo walking towards the living room saw her. She was her mother, he couldn't remember the last time he saw her but he missed her.

Apollo was not so close to his mother. He believed she can here to say something very important to him. After all, they barely talked on the phone if not they never did.

Upon seeing him the woman said, "Tell your secretary to leave us alone."

Apollo stared at Noah and he quickly excused himself and left.

In the whole house, only the two were present.

Apollo sat opposite her and said, "Good evening, Mom."

"Evening." Her voice came out as stern as his. They were kinda similiar in personality, Apollo looked like his mother more than his father.

"You wanted to see me? What happened?"

The woman crossed her legs and leaning against the sofa she asserted, "If I wouldn't have called you here, you wouldn't come to see me. Isn't that true?"

Apollo looked awa