Bernard woke up early that morning, his head still foggy from yesterday's events.
After spending a few quiet minutes in the bathroom, washing his face with warm water and wiping it dry, he stepped out of his room and walked down the stairs toward the living room.
As soon as he saw his parents seated together, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. Their faces looked stiff, their eyes distant.
"Dad, Mom, good morning," Bernard greeted, keeping his gaze fixed on them as he took a seat opposite them.
His parents responded, but their answers were flat and distant—so unusual that it confirmed his suspicion. Something was definitely off.
"Okay, what's going on between you two?" Bernard asked, worry evident in his tone.
His father, Beta Gilbert, didn't hesitate to speak first. His voice was sharp with frustration. "Your mother is the problem here. She's always acting difficult over little things. I don't know why she keeps doing this."
