Evangeline picked up her cue again.
Her eyes reddened, trembling like a frightened fawn.
“Aria… you can hate me… but why do you have to bully Mom too?”
Marielle immediately pulled her into her arms, crying as she soothed her,
“Evangeline, stop talking, it’s all my fault, it’s all on me…”
Mother and daughter clung to each other, sobbing.
Pitiful, dramatic.
Like a cheap family tragedy on stage.
I stood aside watching, finding it all absurd.
Just then, the study door swung open.
Nathaniel and Julian rushed out at the noise, only to see Marielle and Evangeline crying in each other’s arms while I stood opposite them, cold and detached.
“You ungrateful girl!”
Nathaniel exploded on the spot.
“Back home for one day and already causing trouble! When you were in the hospital, your mothe
