“Jenna, let's go upstairs.”
Adler took Jenna's hand and headed towards the staircase.
The second floor was quiet, the light in the hallway dim but sufficient.
At the very end was Adler's mother's bedroom.
The bedroom door was open, and inside, May was sitting at the vanity, arranging her hair.
Approaching fifty, May's features were still striking, though she let time trace its marks boldly across her face.
“Is Wesley back?”
May saw Adler in the mirror; turning to look, she saw Adler holding Jenna's hand, standing behind her.
“Mom.”
Adler tightened his grip on Jenna's hand, saying, “I brought Jenna to see you.”
Hearing this, May's gaze finally rested on Jenna.
She seemed to drift off for a moment, then as if realizing something, she said, “Jenna… you're the Jenna? Wesley often mentioned you when he was younger. I thought you two were always at odds.”
May approached Jenna, affectionately taking her hand, and said, “Jenna, Wesley might seem a bit rough around the edges, but he's exceptionally kind to girls. This is the first time he’s brought a girl home. If you two really have feelings for each other, let's set a wedding date. Wesley will take good care of you. If he ever bullies you, I'll be the first to scold him.”
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