Chloe
I gulped. I turned slowly toward the lady seated next to Mika. There was an uncanny familiarity about her.
“Your nephew?” I finally asked after several failed attempts to speak.
“Yes, Tyler is my nephew. You seem to be very acquainted with him,” she said, getting up from her chair.
“Oh my gosh! Are you the famous Mrs. Ellen Weston, it is an honor to finally meet you in person,” Olivia butted in.
She rose to her feet and stretched out a hand shake.
The lady which I now know as Mrs. Ellen Weston glanced at her outstretched hand and looked away.
“Chloe, stay behind, we have something to discuss. The rest of you should head back to class, you can come back during break, by then I must have finished discussing with her.” She said without sparing a glance at any of us.
Mika pulled
