Simon, after leaving the hospital, headed to the clan house straight.
He wanted to see the butler and confirm with him a few things.
He drove speedily back home and when he got there, he found his cousin and family in their rooms. As for his mother, she was in the kitchen preparing chicken stew for him.
He couldn't help but hug her from the back, placing his chin on her shoulder.
Wendy smiled as she patted his hand saying, "Don't stress it out. It has already happened. There is nothing that can be done!"
Upon hearing that, Simon hung his head lower, feeling guilty for causing all this mess. If only he hadn't …
"Mother, do you think that I am cursed?" he hoarsely asked, and Wendy shook her head as her firm voice rang out. "My son is not cursed. How can you be cursed? Don't say something like that ever again!"
