"No, I have to discuss it with her."
Thinking of this, James quickly chased after Yvonne all the way downstairs.
"Yvonne, wait a minute, let's talk about this again."
"About what?"
Before Yvonne could reply, Mrs. Taylor stepped forward and spoke.
James quickly shut his mouth. "It's nothing."
However, Mrs. Taylor glared at him. "There's no room for discussion. You have to listen to Yvonne."
Mrs. Taylor took Yvonne's arm and said with a smile, "What do you say, sweetheart?"
Yvonne glanced at his husband. Seeing his sullen expression, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
James looked at his mother standing on Yvonne's side, feeling very depressed. She had no idea what he was talking about. "Did you hear me?"
Seeing the disgruntled look on his face, Mrs. Taylor patted his shoulder and walked toward the dining table.
"Yes, madam."
James touched the place where he was hit and followed her gloomily.
