"Choose wisely," Martha patted his shoulder.

"Seriously?" Aiden tilted his head and turned to look at his dad who looked calm.

That man knew Martha didn't stand a chance.

Aiden glanced at the traveling bag his dad had already held tightly and sighed.

"Do you have anywhere to go when you leave here?" He exhaled.

"I... I don't think I do but I..."

"Let's go to my house," he walked toward his dad and then collected the bag from him.

"What are you doing, Aiden?" Martha frowned.

"I won't interfere in you two's matter. He is my dad and you are my mother. Sort it however you like, I will...