Lucien Taylor's eyes were dark and deep, and his cold face was devoid of emotion. Mrs Taylor became concerned about his appearance and stood up quickly. Lucien Taylor approached her with his powerful arm.
“I am going, Mom.” He said and stepped ahead to leave.
“Lucien…” Mrs Taylor stopped him hesitantly. He turned back to look at his mother with his sharp gaze.
“Jenny is young to understand the matters. Don’t c…”
“Mom, I don’t think that we should discuss it.” He said seriously and left.
Mrs Taylor stumbled on the sofa with tears in her eyes. Just then, Mr Taylor walked to her and sat beside her. He held her shoulders and let her lean in his embrace.
“Why are you crying?” He asked in his low voice.
“Our son is crazy behind that girl and she doesn’t even love him.” Mrs Taylor said.
