Clyver’s POV
“Where are you going again?” I am already mid-step away from the door when Pearl stops me. I face her and I watch her walk towards me in a furious manner. “Where are you going? It’s six in the morning!” she points at our wall clock that I did not bother facing.
“I’m going to go to Amler—”
“Ha! Your son? You’re not even that hands on to Cleya—”
“Do not ever compare my relationship to the both of my kids. They are mine and I always make sure that I am giving them equal attention,” I say in a controlled voice. Cleya is still upstairs, probably asleep. I do not want her to be awake by our fight.
“Really? ‘Equal attention’?” she mocks and hisses. “You’re almost not in the house for the whole week because it’s either your at work or at your ex-wife’s house!” She then points her
