To make time for psychological treatment, the session ended early. Finlo, holding a tablet, finished reporting the upcoming schedule and, feeling the vibration of his phone, asked Dashiell, "Mrs. Fiammetta is calling, should I answer it?"
Dashiell's eyelids lowered slightly, and Finlo quickly handed him the phone.
On the phone, Fiammetta asked, "What happened with Ulrik and Ansel? I heard you hit them last night. Dashiell, you're not a child anymore, how can you still act like one? How am I supposed to explain this to your uncle? Are you at the office? Come with me later to apologize to your uncle."
"Mom, just take care of Leander," Dashiell loosened his collar, his expression indifferent, his voice even colder with a hint of mockery if one listened closely. "My affairs are none of your
