Laurent's insistence on divorce had left Dave simmering with rage. His bruised ego felt trampled, and he couldn't bear the thought of letting her live comfortably after humiliating him.
Tiffany, utterly exasperated by his shameless attitude, untied her apron, tossed it aside, and grabbed her bag.
"Do whatever you want! I'm done dealing with you," she snapped, storming towards the door.
"There's soup in the pot. Drink it or don't—I don't care!"
She slammed the door on her way out, her anger palpable.
What on earth was wrong with her son?
She had always thought he was mature and sensible, but now he seemed incapable of listening to reason, whether kind or harsh.
To Tiffany, it was obvious that Dave still cared about Laurent but was too stubborn to admit it.
After his mother's departure, Dave sat silently on the sofa for a while, his expression unreadable. Eventually, he got up and went to the kitchen.