I still had a few things left at Eden Gardens that I hadn't brought back yet.
It wasn't anything incredibly important, just some trivial personal items, but they were still mine.
I worried that if the new lady of the house was brought in and saw my belongings, she'd be upset, and I was also afraid Ferris would misinterpret them as a sign that I wanted to stay.
Honestly, I had been meaning to do this for a while, but lately, I had been hit with one crisis after another after work and just couldn't find the time.
Today presented the perfect opportunity.
Leon seemed to have a family matter tonight and hadn't asked me to dinner. Caspian had originally wanted to eat with me, but seeing that I had plans with Amber, he didn't push it and took Tiffany out instead.
As for Ferris, he definitely wouldn't be at Eden Gardens right now, considering he had spent the entire day dealing with his precious darling's mess.
I shouldn't run into him at Eden Gardens, and I wouldn't have to deal with his relentless pestering.
"Eden Gardens, right? Got it. We're off." The driver glanced at his phone, confirmed the new route, and started the car.
I nodded and leaned back into the seat.
It was peak rush hour, and Port Capital was gridlocked. The car was stuck on the overpass for a while, and during that downtime, I received a call from Lucille. "Are you that busy lately? You don't even have time to come home for a meal? Is there no one left in this house you care about?"
The moment she opened her mouth, her tone was abrasive and harsh. In the past, I would have definitely been angry.
But ever since our massive blowout and the long cold war that followed, I had developed a new understanding of my mother.
Therefore, I could read the underlying message hidden beneath her thorny words.
Lucille missed me and wanted to have dinner together.


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