"N-no.. not again." Erina muttered while her tears kept dripping on her face. She started to get scared of her son. It was already a decade. How could it happen again? She shook her head as she closed her eyes.
"W-we will get you examined tomorrow, son. You stay for the night here." she suggested, wiping her tears. Ginrre gives her a handkerchief to use. But he couldn't stay, he had a lot of work to do.
"It's getting late, mother. Go inside. Don't mind me. I am good." He answered before turning his back and starting to walk to his car.
"No! You need to be treated, Gin!" his mother exclaimed, which made him stop from walking. His jaw clenched after hearing those words.
"I'm not sick, mother." He muttered coldly before getting inside the car. His mom stood up dumbfounded, watching
