“Mom, how did you do this? I'm super proud of you. This calls for a little celebration, don't you think?” Oliver spoke, his voice filled with excitement.
“I know Oliver. Let me get the waitress,” Mrs. Milton replied as he beckoned the waitress.
The waitress came with their menu; they made their order, and the waitress left. “Where did you get all that information from?” Oliver questioned his mother.
“Our reputation is at stake, and I would do anything to protect it no matter whatever it takes me to do,” Mrs. Milton replied, eating his meal with a half smile.
“You're questioning and revelation of a few of her secrets sent shivers down her; one could perceive how uncomfortable she was,” Oliver added, gnashing his teeth.
“She's playing with fire, but she's not aware until it burns you,
