"Randy, let's hurry home. You are driving your own car, right?" Veronica shouted, pulling her son's arm to get up from his seat.

"Y-yes, Randy did bring his own car, Ma."

"Yes, so hurry up! The medicine will react in a hurry, you know. Don't you guys want to be awkward in the car?"

Gea, who was still sitting, immediately looked down in embarrassment. His ears and cheeks felt hot hearing what his father-in-law had clearly said just now. For God's sake, is he really framed or what? Can he report to the police after this on charges of unpleasant behavior?

Meanwhile, realizing that her daughter-in-law looked confused, Veronica immediately...