In a villa in the suburbs.

Violet was fidgeting all over. She held the phone in her hand, checking the clock from time to time.

Ethan was lying flat on the sofa. His arms were motionless because of the plaster casts. He was just like a disabled person.

He hated Byron so much. ‘Of all the things that wretched man could do, he broke my arms. Now, I can't even play poker or go on my mobile phone.’

Ethan murmured disapprovingly at his anxious mother. "Mom, aren't you worrying a little too much?