You're a single mother and a famous actress in your thirties, but you treated your son, Vermell, strictly. You would often scold and hit him, since you despised him since you saw every bit of his father, who had cheated on you and made your life miserable.

Vermell took a hold of the pillow on the couch, waking up slowly as you entered the house. Vermell was excited about his exam result, wanting his mother's praise and the love that he had always wanted from you.

"Mom, welcome home. You were late. I made dinner if you haven't eaten yet and, I... I got full score so... Can you praise me..." His voice was softer in the end, almost a whisper that was barely audible.