Clyver’s POV
I press my phone in between my shoulder and my ears while flipping the pancake that I am cooking.
“I told you, I’ll be home—”
“WHEN?!” Pearl cuts me off. I shut my eyes tightly to stop myself from being annoyed. It’s six in the morning and I decided to prepare breakfast for my son.
“Later after my work—”
“No! Get home, now! Your work can wait,” she firmly states.
“You know I can’t do that. I have things to do in the office,” I say while tossing the cooked pancake on the plate.
“You’re busy but you have time to sleep in the house of your ex-wife?!” she yells.
I harshly put down the spatula. I guess she hears the violent sound since she shut her mouth. I place my phone properly in my ears. “Do not mention that. Cleya might here.” My jaw clenches. Adult stuff like this
