chapter712

Suddenly, Kathleen remembered something, reached for her phone, and opened those few photos.

The woman she had just seen with Owen Reynolds... why did she look so much like the girl she had seen at the mall recently, shopping for shoes with her own

son?

Kathleen shook her head, feeling that her suspicion was absurd.

Did she not know her own son well enough?

He was always the one playing around with women, not the other way around. No way could he be wrapped around a woman's finger.

Impossible... absolutely impossible...

She must have been mistaken.

...

After picking up the car, the two of them headed home.

There was no designated parking space at the apartment complex, so they had to park in the lot across the street.

Since Roseanne now had a car and needed a long-term parking solution, Owen Reynolds suggested she rent a space.

After locating the property manager, agreeing on a price, and signing the contract, an hour had passed.

Owen Reynolds dropped Roseanne off before heading back to his own place.

Just as he was about to boil a pot of water, he heard a loud knocking at the door. He set the kettle down and opened the door, raising an eyebrow when he saw who it was. "Mom, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, what? I can't drop by? Have you got someone or something hidden in here that you don't want me to see?" Silver retorted as she brushed past him and walked right in.

She had been hoping to catch him in the act, but to her surprise, after a thorough search, the only person inside was indeed Owen Reynolds.

Seeing this, it was clear to Owen what was going on.

"Mom, what exactly are you here for today?" His tone dropped, exuding an unspoken pressure.

Silver hesitated, then awkwardly forced a smile. "Ahem! With the temperature dropping again, I was worried you might not be taking care of yourself, so I thought I'd check in."

As she spoke, she began to discreetly inspect the entire apartment.

The living room was spotless, with no trace of a woman's presence.

The table held only one cup, with no lipstick marks on the rim.

Even the bathroom contained a single, solitary towel.

Silver frowned. Could it be that Owen was telling the truth? That he

really had nothing to do with the lit

flirtatious girl?

If he had a girlfriend, surely the place wouldn't be this clean!

Owen watched his mom bustling around, peering into corners; it felt more like a raid than a visit.

He couldn't fathom his mother's train of thought, so he let her continue her inspection.

"Finished looking around?" he asked.

Silver turned to find her son watching her calmly, as if waiting to see what she would do next.

She laughed awkwardly. "It's been a

while since I last visited, and I was worried you weren't taking care of yourself. But it seems I was worrying for nothing."

Owen smirked. He had always been independent, moving out at a young age.

When he first moved out, Silver

hadn't been this concerned, let alone

now, after all these years. Her

novel

sudden "worry" seemed out

place.

But he didn't call her out. "Don't worry, Mom. I can take care of myself."

Silver nodded, "Well, that's good to hear."

"Are you hungry? I could fix you something to eat."

Owen shook his head. "No need, I have some work to catch up on."

He genuinely needed to review some experimental data. Whatever his mom's intentions, he wasn't interested in prying.

Silver forced a smile. "Alright, you get on with your work. I'll be heading back."

Just as she opened the door, the door to the neighboring apartment swung open.

Roseanne and Silver found themselves face to face.

Their eyes met in surprise.