Chapter 56: mama

Garry took a deep breath as he stood up from his bed, feeling his determination sink deeper into him. Moving to his wardrobe, he rummaged through it, looking for something decent to wear. Pulling out a dark jacket and a clean white shirt, he put them on, adjusting the collar as he glanced at himself in the mirror.He looked younger than he felt at only eighteen, his reflection didn't yet carry the strength and chiseled features he'd earned in his last life. He muttered to himself, "I look… so young… and poor," with a wry smile, thinking of how much he'd once changed over the years. But today, this would be enough.

Leaving his room, he walked down the hallway to his mother's room. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone, scrolling absentmindedly. Garry paused in the doorway, a soft pang hitting his chest. His mother was a beautiful woman, her face etched with lines of worry and fatigue that only added to the strength in her gaze.

Life had aged her in ways he'd never fully understood in his youth; she had raised him alone since his father's passing when he was only eleven. She had held down part-time jobs, many of them grueling, even working as a cleaner in cold buildings and barely getting by.

He had seen her fight against everything life threw at her, yet here she was, looking as if some unseen burden weighed her down even now.

The memory of her silent strength came rushing back, and his heart clenched with love and gratitude. Garry cleared his throat gently, his voice soft as he spoke. "Mama?"

His mother's head lifted, her tired eyes meeting his with a look of surprise. She raised an eyebrow, an unspoken question in her gaze. He gave her a warm smile and stepped further into the room.

"Let's go somewhere," Garry said, a spark of excitement in his eyes.

"Where?" she asked, her brows knitting with curiosity as she set her phone aside. "What's all this about, Garry?"

"Just… trust me. I called a cab already," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, though he could feel the eagerness seeping through. He wanted this moment to be a surprise, to be as special as possible.

His mother's puzzled expression softened as she noticed something deeper in his eyes, something that gave her pause. She studied him, a touch of concern flitting across her face. "But where are we going?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine curiosity and a hint of worry.

"Please… just come with me, Mom. No questions. Just this once," Garry said, his voice so gentle it took her aback. He looked at her with that same earnestness he'd had as a little boy, and her irritation melted away, replaced by a quiet understanding.

"Alright," she agreed, though the confusion didn't leave her face entirely. She tilted her head, scrutinizing him more closely. "But Garry… are you okay? Your eyes… they look a bit… like you've been crying. Is something wrong?"

A light laugh slipped from Garry's lips. It was almost laughable how well she knew him, even without saying a word. He felt a surge of warmth and sadness rise, mingling in a bittersweet knot in his throat. "You always know, don't you, Mom?"

A faint shimmer of wetness blurred his vision, but he quickly looked away, trying to keep his emotions in check. "No, nothing's wrong," he managed to say, his voice cracking just a little, but he quickly forced a smile. "It's just… today, I want to show you something really special. So please, no more questions."

She gave him a soft smile, catching a glimpse of something in his eyes that told her this mattered deeply to him. "Alright. Let me freshen up," she said, her voice lighter now, carrying a hint of amusement at her son's insistence. Garry turned, trying to disguise the dampness in his eyes by turning away, grateful she hadn't pressed him further.

Moments later, she returned, her hair neatly brushed and a faint touch of lipstick brightening her face. Garry's heart swelled with a quiet pride as he looked at her she looked beautiful, and he was determined to make sure she felt that way today.

Five minutes later, the sound of a car horn broke the silence. Garry called out, "Mom, it's here!"

She picked up her purse, and they walked out together, his mother still glancing at him with a puzzled look in her eyes. "Are you ever going to tell me where we're going?" she asked with a soft laugh.

Garry shook his head, his face now showing an air of playful mystery. "Nope, just trust me," he replied, as they stepped into the cab.

Once settled, he instructed the driver, who gave a nod and drove off. His mother stole occasional glances at him, her expression a mix of curiosity and something else, a hint of quiet joy.

After a brief ten-minute ride, the cab slowed to a halt in front of a line of towering, glass-walled buildings. Garry opened the door and stepped out, taking in the polished structures around him. Turning, he gestured for his mother to follow, offering her a hand as she stepped out, her gaze darting around in mild confusion.

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"Garry," she began, squinting as she looked at the high-rise buildings. "Where exactly are we? This doesn't look like… anything we'd usually visit," she said, glancing up and down the street, seeing no cozy restaurant or family-friendly spot.

"Just wait, Mom," Garry replied with a soft grin. Pulling a few bills from his pocket, he handed them to the cab driver with a polite nod. Sёarch* The NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Thanks for the ride," he said. The cab driver accepted the cash but hesitated for a moment, looking between Garry and the imposing buildings.

"Hey, I can wait if you like. Or come back later if you need another ride," the driver offered, giving Garry a look of concern, as if sensing they might be out of place here.

"That won't be necessary. But thanks for the offer," Garry said, offering a friendly smile as the driver drove off, casting one last curious glance at them in the rearview mirror.

Garry turned to his mother, her gaze now fully fixed on him, a mix of curiosity and a touch of suspicion in her eyes. She looked at him with a hint of motherly reprimand, as if trying to make sense of his plan.

"You know," she muttered, raising an eyebrow, "you should've kept him waiting. We'll have to call for another cab just to get back."

Garry chuckled, shaking his head, "Trust me, Mom. We won't need it."

She shot him a skeptical look, crossing her arms. "Won't need it? Garry, I don't know what's going on in that head of yours, but this is getting ridiculous." She huffed, but she let it go with a sigh, her annoyance softened by the glimmer of excitement she saw in her son's eyes. "Alright, fine," she said, throwing her hands up in playful exasperation. "Let's see what you're up to."

Garry took her hand gently and led her toward the entrance of the luxurious car showroom in front of them, its sleek design and shimmering glass walls projecting an aura of wealth and exclusivity. A subtle hint of elegance hung in the air, from the gleaming polished floors to the exquisite cars displayed with spotlights beaming down on them.

As they approached, two guards at the entrance gave Garry and his mother a quick, dismissive look, their eyes narrowing slightly. They didn't say a word, but their expressions spoke volumes: they were already sizing them up, noting the simpler attire and unassuming demeanor that set them apart from the usual clientele.

Still, they stepped aside, letting them in with a curt nod, though Garry could feel the judgment in their gaze.

"Garry," his mother murmured as they walked into the glossy showroom, "we're really not in the right place, are we?" Her voice was soft, hesitant, but there was a sparkle in her eyes as she took in the scene, her curiosity overtaking her uncertainty. She looked at the customers around them men and women dressed in designer clothes, with dazzling jewelry and accessories that exuded wealth.

Garry offered a reassuring smile. "Just follow my lead, Mom. Don't worry."

The showroom staff, dressed impeccably in their tailored black suits, moved gracefully from one guest to another, their professionalism evident in every gesture. The air was filled with murmurs and low laughter as wealthy clients admired the cars, discussing specs, features, and add-ons as if choosing a car was as casual as picking out a coffee order.

A salesperson noticed Garry and his mother, giving them a fleeting, almost dismissive glance. But Garry was undeterred. Taking his mother's hand once again, he gently guided her deeper into the showroom, her expression shifting from bewilderment to tentative excitement as she saw the high-end luxury vehicles lined up under the spotlights.

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haha sorry guys got late actually problems came a little and i wasn't in my best mood then

haha today i got to know i have a fan too

hey guys check this book if anyone of you like r18 ones...Conquest of Taboo and Debauchery

its one of my closest friends...due to his support i started writing...teached me many things too haha