Howard Geoffrey pursed his lips, "A few pieces of clothing signify care?"
"A mother knows her son best, Howie. Why didn't Becca attend Andrew's one-year-old birthday party and instead sent the clothes directly? I think it has something to do with you, right?"
Howard's handsome face turned somber, "Mom, I don't want to stay home tonight without any interest."
Mrs. Geoffrey softly said, "I didn't mean anything else, I just wanted to inform you of this!"
Howard's expression remained calm and indifferent, "Let's eat!"
Howard sat on a sofa in a backlit part of the room, holding a lit cigarette.
He hadn't turned on the light. The room was quite dim, and apart from the vague light coming in from the garden, only the red glow from the burning cigarette remained.
Suddenly, he picked up the phone on the table.
Habitually, he opened the phone's contacts, and the nameless number was still at the top.
