Her pov
The one person I was scared to face at this point in time was my mom. She didn’t like drinking and partying late — and I did both without even informing her.
As if I did, she would have allowed me to get drunk and party with my friends.
I smiled at her as if I hadn’t done anything wrong.
“What are you doing here, Mother?”
“I was just passing by and came to check up on you,” she replied. I nodded, trying not to show the nervousness swirling in my mind.
She never came to my office, never checked up on me, never showed me much care. This is not something I expected.
This was actually calm before the storm arrived.
“By the way, why did you come late to the office?” she asked, folding her arms, looking into my eyes. I immediately looked down, biting my lip hard. I know she
