"Excuse me, Mrs Gina," Mica called out to David's mum who was about to go into her car when she came out of her house.
She turned abruptly, her brows furrowed at Mica wondering what nonsense she had come to say to her this time. "What is it?" Mrs Gina asked in clenched teeth, making a fist in one palm and clutching onto her handbag again with the other, her eyes peering angrily at Mica.
Mica stared at her, slowly taking a few more steps closer to where she is standing beside her car, she is thinking of a way to approach Mrs Gina concerning the money she wanted to pay them to leave her son without looking or sounding suspicious, "I am sorry for what happened earlier," Mica stammered, peering at her too.
Mrs Gina's gaze narrowed at her wondering why the sudden change of attitude, "Excuse
