Chapter 107 Michael, open the door, let's talk...

Betty's move was ruthless.

Initially, she didn't refuse, but when she did, it was absolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

Perhaps she lost her judgment; after all, Michael was still a child.

Could he handle such a blow?

Betty hadn't considered that at all.

Hearing Betty's voice, Michael wanted to go out, but his twitching nose signaled his emotional instability.

He stood up, then sat down again.

He didn't want anyone to see him in his sorrow, especially not Betty, and he had no appetite either.

After Betty had prepared the meal, and Michael still hadn't come out, she had no choice but to return to his door and knock, calling him to come and eat.

"Mom, go ahead and eat, I'm not hungry..." Michael said weakly from behind the door, his voice nasal after crying for a long time.

Betty, hearing his voice, knew he had been crying, or was still crying.

A flicker of worry and pity crossed her eyes.

She thought about turning the doorknob, but ultimately, she didn't.