I arrived at the restaurant earlier than planned, my fingers tapping against the table as I waited.
Mum wants to apologize? The thought was almost laughable. After everything, she suddenly grew a conscience? Still, a small part of me—a foolish, desperate part—wanted to believe it.
But I wasn’t naive. Not anymore.
To put an end to this once and for all—and to make sure no one could ever call me unfilial again—I discreetly set up a live broadcast. If she was sincere, then this would clear her name. But if she tried anything… well, she could kiss her reputation goodbye.
One way or another, this would be the last time I let her play her games.
I sighed, swirling my drink, when the sound of heels clicking against the floor caught my attention.
Elena.
She approached with a hesitant smile,
