“Besides, do you even understand that kind of high art? Bringing you along would be a total waste of a ticket!”
“If you can’t handle Ethan saying a few truths, then you’re way too sensitive! He’s just a kid! What kind of mother bickers with her own child like this?”
After speaking, he drew in a deep breath, forcing down his anger, and turned sharply toward Ethan, his tone harsh,
“Ethan! Go apologize to your mom! Say you’re sorry! Otherwise, she’ll hold this over you forever!”
“Do you still want to see the Broadway show or not?”
Ethan flinched under his father’s roar. His lips trembled, his eyes welling with tears.
Reluctantly, he shuffled toward me.
“Mom… I’m sorry…”
The words carried no sincerity—just the empty compliance of a child being forced.
At that moment, Emily’s voice chimed in from the video call,
“Ethan’s mom, I’m so sorry. This really was my oversight—I didn’t ask carefully beforehand, so I didn’t get your ticket. I never meant to cause such trouble, and I truly apologize.”
“It’s too late to buy one now, but next time, I promise I’ll visit you personally to make it up to you.”
She paused, her voice laced with just the right touch of grievance,