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“Mom,” Arslan sighed tiredly, he rubbed part of his face as a sign of being too frustrated with his mother's attitude. Since his arrival this afternoon with Tiara, when the mother saw how his face not only hurt the corners of his lips, but Mirna had also never stopped the concern wrapped in worry for him.

“I'm okay. It's just a small wound. Don't worry too much.” These words were something Arslan had said to his mother no matter how many times, but Mirna continued to give him a worried look as if it was just a lie.

“Don't you know something, Tiara?” asked Mirna who was now staring at her daughter-in-law. In the middle of the dinner that was almost finished, Tiara who came earlier looked ordinary. As if what Arslan experienced was a normal thing.

While in Mirna's eyes, Arslan was injured or involved in terrible things that used physical violence that rarely happened. Therefore, it was natural for Mirna to feel that something bi