"You!" The woman clenched her teeth in anger.
She stood up afterward, looking at the handsome man getting off the car feeling aggrieved. "Tory, please don't blame him. He's just a kid."
The man slammed the car door, coldly staring at the little boy who wasn't so tall as his legs yet.
"Don't call me Tory," he spoke in Italian.
The woman was struck dumb for a second, then licked her lips with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Mr. Romeo."
Tory shook his hand to tell her to leave, then asked the little boy in English, "Who told you to do that?"
The little boy raised his head to look at him. "My mom!"
"Nonsense!" Tory snapped at him. "Ben, your mother already passed away."
