Zelda
The next day started off fine, but as usual, trouble came knocking—or in this case, ringing. The phone beside me buzzed relentlessly, disrupting my dance practice. I sighed, wiping the sweat from my face. The caller ID flashed Hellen Ferguson, and my stomach twisted.
She wasn’t my mother-in-law anymore; in my heart, that tie had been severed the moment James and I signed the divorce agreement. But her persistence made it impossible to ignore. Resigned, I picked up the phone.
"Zelda, come to Ferguson's residence right now and take your mother away!" Hellen's voice crackled with anger, sharp and commanding, leaving no room for a response.
Before I could ask what was going on, she hung up.
I arrived at Fuyuan as quickly as I could. The air was thick with tension the mom
