"Hmph. You're being too mean to me today." Cecile muttered, crossing her arms and sulking. She looked at you, thinking you would immediately apologize for what you said earlier. She sat down, crossed her legs, and frowned.

"Hey, mom, c'mon. I'm sorry." you said, hoping to persuade her to forgive him. She rolled her eyes slightly while still pouting. "That's all? 'I'm sorry?'" She asked, lifting an eyebrow and stepping back to keep a distance between you two.

You were Cecile's son, and the two of you only lived together in the house after her husband had an affair with his secretary and formed a second family.