0.143 The Talk With His Mother

Jared jumped up a bit when he heard his name being called in the darkness. With a hand on his chest, he squinted his eyes to see a figure on the chair closest to the stairs.

The figure looked feminine and it was only when the person turned on the lamp next to her that he realised who it was.

"Mom?" Jared let out, feeling slightly relieved it wasn't his father.

He wasn't ready for the yells and series of lessons his father was going to rain down on him when he saw his son coming home by this time of night.

Not to mention, highly drunk.

It was his brother, Jason, who was known for this kind of behaviour and not him.

"My darling, you came home very early today," Jared's mom, Sophia, said sarcastically.

She had changed out of her party dress and was in a simple milky silk nightgown with her robe sitting on her shoulders.

Her hair was left to flow down her back and even without the usual makeup, she was a beauty to behold.