...
On this side.
Flora Loughton and Mrs. Chapman finally came to their senses, and after a few seconds of staring at each other, they released their tightly clasped hands.
Mrs. Chapman sat up a bit straighter and recalled Flora Loughton's initial indifference. Suddenly realizing something, she asked, "Professor Loughton, Pedro Langley, is he your son?"
"Yes."
Flora smiled sweetly, her joy evident.
"..."
Mrs. Chapman suddenly understood, gave Flora a stiff smile, then shifted her position towards Henry Chapman.
"Why didn't you go up to help in the fight just now?"
Mrs. Chapman asked in a low voice, implying that her son was disappointing.
Henry looked back at her perplexedly, "When have I ever gotten into a fight?"
Mrs. Chapman: "..." Right, you don't.
Mrs. Chapman regretted not cultivating this skill in Henry from a young age.
