Edward nodded, thinking to himself, it was luck he did not say anything bad.
Irene realized what Edward was worried about. She twitched her lips. "Edward, what are you afraid of?" She rolled her eyes and stuck out a finger. "Are you afraid that Mama might say something bad about your childhood in front of me?"
Edward walked over, held her outstretched finger, and gently placed it in his hand. Then he turned and put his arm around Irene's waist. "What can I do? I am not afraid of my mother's words, am I right, mamma?" Then he turned again and looked at Claudia with a serious and confident expression.
"Stop bickering. Your grandmother is waiting for us. Let's go and eat!" Claudia was very happy because her son was happy. She knew that Edward had rarely been loved by his parents since he w
