The sounds of cutlery echoed in the silent dining room.
Lucas, who was cutting the steak for his sister, heard his mother say in a gruff tone, "I hope that you will not let me down this time around, Luke. I have put too much on the line for you."
Her blue eyes cunningly swept over her son, and she frowned when she saw the face of her son. She loved Lucas, but she only loved him because he was her son. Other than that, she couldn't bring herself to love him, as he looked just like his father. The very man who slept with her and then refused to take responsibility, even though he was not married to anyone.
"I understand, Mom," Lucas replied just as he set the plate that held the pieces of steak in front of Roni. "I have arranged for everything; I promise you that this time around, nothing will go wrong."
