An image was sent over.
Shirley's face paled. It was a picture of her son with a strip of cloth silencing his mouth.
At the apartment, Norman was sulking back home in the dingy neighbourhood.
He gazed up at the small apartment he lived with his Mom and Grandma from below.
His mother's smile surfaced in his mind, followed by the past few days of missing her, instantly drove away the melancholy in his heart.
With a bright smile, he ran upstairs.
When he reached the door, he found it was slightly ajar.
...
"Yo-" Before Norman could yell out, a man's angry roar stopped him.
"B*stard! Look at what kind of woman you gave birth to?! So she went and had a b*stard son with some useless stranger outside! Don't blame me for being harsh when she was this heartless!"
"Andrew, please, calm dow
