Watching the two figures walk away, Mrs. Walker, sensing something was wrong, began to grow nervous, not daring to strike up a conversation with me. In the room, Lucas kept fidgeting, trying to grab my attention. I didn’t spare him a glance, idly scrolling through my phone, occasionally exchanging a few words with Mrs. Walker.

Seeing this, Mrs. Walker's heart ached. Pointing at Lucas, who was on the verge of tears, she said to me, distraught, "Since you came in, you haven't even looked at Lukie once. I know he's been a bit spoiled, but you’re his mother..."

Tired of hearing the same old arguments, I coldly interrupted, "I'm not...