"I dare not..." the butler said in a hushed voice but his expression told Ximena that he would not give in. Then he added, "I have already asked somebody to pick up Ms. Fu and to take her here."
Ximena hated feeling like this. Ever since the beginning, she had felt that Aaron was always able to read her mind, and whenever she wanted to do something, he would know it in advance.
Seeing that she could not go out today, Ximena gave up on the idea. Grunting, she threw her handbag on the sofa, and flung herself onto the sofa too. A maid then came and put a bottle of scented tea on the table in front of her. Seeing that she looked unhappy, especially considering the apparent conflict that had happened yesterday, all the servants held their breaths in the fear of irritating Ximena.
Outside, raindrops were still falling, like a second hand that walked around the clock step by step. The sound was rhythmic but was dull and lifeless.
Leaning on the sofa, Ximena looked out of the window and observed the rain falling outside. Gradually, her sight lost focus and she was just staring blankly outside.
All of a sudden, her cellphone rang, disturbing her silence and her train of thought. Quickly, as if instinctively, she reached out for her handbag and fished out her phone. Without looking at who might be calling her, she pressed the button and put her phone on her ear. When no one spoke on the other end of the phone, Ximena looked at the screen and that was when she found out that the other end had already hung up and that she didn't actually catch the phone call.
Frowning slightly, she intended to check the list of missed calls to see who the call was from. Before she did that, though, a sound came through from the door. Once again surprised by the sudden sound, she looked at the direction where it came from. She found Freya already standing by the door, her eyes downwards. Despite not fully seeing her face, Ximena felt how tired and withered she was.
Slowly, Ximena put down her cellphone on the table, still looking at Freya. She was no longer emotional or desperate as she had been yesterday. After one night, she was confident that she could face Freya calmly.
Standing by the door, Freya was in a daze. She raised her eyes and finally looked at Ximena, and after a while, she came to her senses. With a deep breath, she started walking towards Ximena, and softly calling her name, as if trying to soothe her, "Ximena..."
As Freya was walking towards her, Ximena tried her best to open her mouth to finally say something to her biological mother. However, after repeated tries, she failed and ended up not being able to say whatever she wanted to say. Instead, she offered her tea. "Have a cup of tea," she said, smiling, though weakly, at Freya.
"Hmm..." Freya answered, smiling back in the same way.
The awkward atmosphere between them lasted for a long period of time. Finally, Ximena broke the silence. "You...You..." She pursed her lips and took a deep breath before she continued, "Are you okay? Were you okay yesterday?"
Hearing that Ximena still cared about her, Freya's eyes became red immediately. Nodding, she answered, "Yeah, I'm okay..." The corners of her lips were quivering slightly. "What...What about you?" she asked.
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