Chapter Eighty-Nine

Henry got home holding his briefcase in his hand limply while he walked into the house to meet his mother in a celebratory mood. She was sitting on the dinning table with a bottle of wine in front of her and a glass cup which was already half empty.

"Sweetheart, come this way, come on." She said as soon as her eyes met Henry and gestured on him to come towards her.

Henry started walking towards her with his brows raised.

"Mom, what's going on?" He asked to study the bottle of wine in front of his mother.

Just as he got close to the dinning room which was adjacent to the kitchen, the sweet aroma of cooking wafted through his nose and caused him to almost start salivating. He gulped down saliva and looked back at his mom who had already walked towards the wine cellar to bring an additional bottle of wine and another glass cup.

"What's with the celebration?" Henry asked, looking at his mother and the wine in her hand.

His mother merrily drank the wine, and the smell of special cooking go