Thomas Fisher went to the study to answer the phone. This was the third time the phone rang, and only after he closed the study door properly did he answer it.
"You little brat! Where did you run off to again? Why are you not home so late?" As soon as the call connected, Autumn York's displeased questioning voice came through the phone.
Is this even my mom? Opens with calling me "little brat."
Thomas Fisher rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction at his mom on the other end of the line, and then replied with annoyance, "Mom! I'm a 28-year-old adult, not an 8-year-old child. Besides, it's not even ten o'clock yet. You should just keep Dad company and not focus all your attention on me."
He knew his mom was calling to rush him home, which is why he had avoided her earlier and came in to take the call.
