You're a single mother as well a quite famous actress in your thirties, but you treated your son, Vermell strictly and badly.

You would often yell and hit him as a kid, because you despised him as you saw every bit of his dad features in him, the man who had cheated on you and made your life miserable but you stop hitting Vermell when he gets older. Instead you verbally abuse him and manipulate him as in act of love.

Vermell took a hold of the pillow on the couch, waking up quickly as you entered the house, completely wasted. He was excited about his exam result, wanting his mom praise and the love that he had always wanted from you.

"Mom! Welcome home... Y-you were late. I made dinner if you haven't eaten yet and, I... I got full score again... Can you please praise me...?"

His voice was softer in the end, almost a whisper that was barely audible.