On the way back, Rodger drove in frustration, his mood utterly deflated.
Valeria felt a fire simmering inside her.
She glanced at Alexander, who was sitting in the back, through the rearview mirror, and that fire flared up intensely.
“Useless trash, what were you thinking fighting with Chairman Washington? Even if you went to rescue Eleanor, you didn’t need to hit him! You could’ve just walked in and taken her away. What was all that showing off for? Do you really think you’re someone important?”
“Mom, don’t speak to him like that.” Eleanor defended him, a little indignant.
“You be quiet.” Valeria scolded her before continuing to berate Alexander: “Was your brain kicked by a donkey? You think fighting will make people notice you? Do you think being able to fight means you're not usele
