Celine hurriedly grabbed her phone and bag, her cheeks flushed red with rage, as she rushed out the door. The restaurant Lucas had mentioned was just down the street, an upscale place she usually couldn't afford. But for her son, she was willing to make exceptions. As she entered, her eyes quickly found her son and Lucas sitting by the window, sunlight casting a warm glow over their table.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and walked over. Her son’s face lit up as she sat next to him. "This lunch is my treat, a thank-you gift to President Rodriguez for taking care of my son," she said, her voice steady, but her eyes fixed on the table as Lucas cut beef into smaller pieces for her son. She felt a rush of relief about being there, not wanting anyone else to take her place in her son
