Susan Warren looked at Joy Warren helplessly. "You threw a tantrum without a care in the world. I guess you regret it now, huh?"
"Mom!"
"Don't you 'Mom' me!" Susan Warren glared at Joy Warren. "I just made Dominic a bowl of noodles and put in a good word for you. You go out there and talk to him properly. I can tell he's truly fond of you. As long as you give him a sincere apology, he won't stay angry for long."
Hearing this, Joy Warren immediately scrambled out of bed and hugged Susan Warren. "Mom, you're the best! I'll go right now!"
Watching Joy Warren bolt out the door, Susan Warren shook her head helplessly.
'This girl... when will she ever learn to be more mature and level-headed?'
'But no matter how immature or impulsive she is, she's still my daughter.'
'What else can I do as her mother, besides helping her smooth things over?'
When Joy Warren entered the living room, she saw Dominic Crawford focused on eating his noodles.
