A Loving Mother

"Can't you wait? It is not that long compared to what we will get later. Consider this as an investment. Be patient!" Margaret was blabbering to the man on the phone. He was his husband now, Rowan. The man who she loved and also William's best friend. Who had thought that they would dare to betray the love and trust William put on them, behind him.

"Whatever, hurry up." Rowan hung up the phone. 

"This old man!" She cursed and looked at the phone in her hand but at that time the sound of the bag dropping made Margaret look at the direction it was coming.

Marissa gulped but a second after, she smiled. "You left this on the sofa." Marissa said, trying her best to cover her expression. She brought the bag to Margaret and passed it to her.