"Hmph, she dares to fall in love with a vampire? Even if we don't abandon her, she'll abandon us!" Fiery Mom snapped. "The pianist from 'First City' might come looking for her. He... could take care of her."
"The pianist? Does he have a name?" Baron interjected abruptly.
I couldn't help but glance at him. The question felt unnecessary, but since I didn't know the Eastern man's name either, I listened.
Fiery Mom retorted, "Baron, Emo hasn't acknowledged you as her boyfriend. Don't speak for her!"
"Madam, I was only concerned—"
Baron's awkward defense was cut off by her sharp, icy voice.
"Enough! If she's listening, I'll say this—love is a poisoned thorn. You brat, watch yourself. When your corpse is carried back, I won't shed a tear!"
I'd expected nothing less. I snatched the phone from Baron, coughed twice in response, and hung up.
Tossing the phone felt like hurling my heart into an icy abyss. The drunken haze vanished.
