Mary sat contentedly in the living room, her eyes fixed on her phone's screen, when Ambrose walked in. He was slowly loosening his tie and breathing heavily, clearly exhausted.
"Mom, I'm back," he said, his tone reflecting his weariness.
Mary looked up from her phone and stood to greet him, her face lighting up with concern. "Finally, it must have been a tiresome day for you. Your dad left his meetings for you too," she said, patting his cheek affectionately. Ambrose cringed slightly at the gesture, and he took her hand to stop her.
"Mom, I've grown up. You should stop treating me like a child," he said, gently pulling her hand away from his face.
"Gosh, you're drunk!" Mary clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"Yeah, I had a few drinks with the investor at the meeting. Nothing too much.
