Hitler’s phone called from Australia while he was sitting in his chair in front of his table, preoccupied with his own business. When he looked at the caller ID, he saw that it was her mother who was calling. He put down his pen and answered the phone.

“My son,” Marimar said on the other end of the call. Hearing his mother’s voice, Hitler scowled. He was perplexed as to why his mother’s voice was shaking. Why does his mother appear to be in distress?
The young man rose from his chair, moved away from his table, and faced his glass wall, through which he could see the tall skyscraper around him.

“Mom, are you okay? Are you sick?” he inquired.

“My son, your father,”

“What about my father?”

“My son, he’s divorcing me.”

“Hhhhaaay!” he sighed. “Dad hasn’t changed? He’s getting worse, mom, aren’t you sick of him?"

“Son, he’s your father! We’re family, why are you acting so strangely?”

“I know he’s my father, but he’s abusing you. Mom, let dad divorce you; it’s for the best.”

“No! No!” they screamed. “I can’t, son,” she murmured painfully, tears streaming down her cheeks and sorrow in her eyes.

“I need you, son; please go home,” she added.

“Hmm!,” he groaned once more. “OK, I’ll go home right away, mom, just just stop sobbing right now,” he told his mother.

After speaking with his mother. Hitler resigned from his position as well as from Australia. He had his ticket from Australia to the Philippines arranged. Hitler is currently concerned about his mother. Because his mother constantly kills herself when she discovers that his father has another woman. He'd always ended up driving his mother to the hospital multiple times before, and thankfully, he was able to catch up with her every time she attempted suicide.

Hitler arrived in the Philippines after over eight hours of travel. He immediately get into the limousine automobile that was waiting for him as soon as he exited the airport.
When Hitler arrived at his parents’ home, he went straight inside and looked for his mother.
And he noticed her mother with a plethora of bottles of wine on her table, her mother looked sleepless and helpless.

“Mom?” he asked, and she turned to face him. Her mother appears so tired and lonely that it breaks his heart.

“Hitler, my son,” the mom called out to the young guy. She promptly got up from her chair, but as soon as she stood up, she lost her balance. The young man acted so quickly that he was able to prevent his mother from falling. Her mother collapsed into his arms.

“Mom, take a break,” he urged as he held his mother in his arms.

“Hitler, Hitler! My son, Hitler!” his mother sobbed continuously, as her voice became louder and louder with each repetition of the young man’s name. She also clutched to his own son's tuxedo with increasing tenacity.
Hitler can feel his mother’s pain in her voice, which is loaded with misery. He feels sorry for his mother because she has been through so much.
His mother does not deserve the anguish she is experiencing right now.

Inside his head, he growled and yelled fiercely at his father, “Damn you, dad!” He hugs his sobbing mother and assists her in sitting on the sofa.

“Hitler, your father, your father! He’s really divorcing me because of that lady! He’s willing to put an end to the home we both built because of his new girl!”

“Mom, stop sobbing right now; just rest; don’t overdo it,” he murmured as he hugged his mother passionately. Marimar, on the other hand, cried till she fell asleep in her son’s arms. Hitler carefully carried his sleeping mother up to her bedroom and placed her on her bed. After placing his mother in her own bed, the young guy covered her with a blanket. While his mother is sleeping, he can’t help but feel sorry for her. It simply stopped crying, and even when it was sleeping, the sorrow and sadness imprinted on its face could be seen in its image.

“This is too much, dad,” he said while staring at his mother’s face.

Hitler retrieved his mother’s phone from a tiny table inside the room. He dialed the phone number of the person he intended to contact.
The man instantly responded to his call.

“I understand why you labeled me Hitler,” his father replies.

“Dad, this is too much; why do you do it?”

“What the heck, Hitler! This thing again?” Alfonso snarled at his own son.

“Dad, what do you want? Why are you doing this to mama?” the young guy exclaimed forcefully, as if he was ready to strike his father in the face despite the fact that they were simply chatting on the phone.

“Hitler, you are just my son, and you have no right to question me; I don’t love your mother! Never once in my life! I married her because she’s the woman my family wanted for me, and you had your life as my son because my family wants a hier who can inherit the company in the future; you know this truth from the beginning, Hitler.”

“I know, Dad, but what you’re doing to my mother is unjustified; you’re too harsh!”

“No!” strong words from him. “I’ve been segregating that woman for a long time in case she doesn’t want to, so it’s not my responsibility; I do my bit to be a dad to you, I already given you your own company, and I can’t do anything about your mother,”

“Because of your lady, dad, you’re terminating everything?” he asked, but he heard a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“Baby! Are you ready?” the woman said quietly, and Alfonso promptly hung up the phone on his son.

Hitler said angrily, “F*ck! Stupid old man! Crazy!” He was enraged and resentful of his father because he was able to flirt with another lady during his mother’s agony. So callous.