Lorie's pov.
She was fuming in anger.
‘are you still seeing that low class girl?’ her eyes flickered to me standing in a corner.
‘mom, that’s none of your business.’
‘it's my business. The media calls you irresponsible even after seeing you on the news again with Sabrina. They tag you as a playboy who can't keep a woman.’ Her hands were trembling. She was really mad.
I was waiting for the best opportunity to escape the room and most of all, her wrath. But as fate will have it, my legs refused to move even when I willed it to.
She dropped her bag on the chair as if ready to cause a scene.
‘mom, what the hell are you doing?’
‘even if you don’t want Sabrina, although I approve of her, you can marry someone else but she must be a person of stature.
‘mom, you've said that countless
