I shoved Marielle away with force. Caught off guard, she fell hard to the ground.
I looked at her coldly, my voice low and firm.
“You have already used up every bit of expectation I ever had for you. I don’t want to be your daughter anymore. I only have one mother—and that is Seraphine Viremont.”
Without hesitation, I turned and walked away.
“No—!” Marielle screamed, grabbing hold of me.
“No, you’re my daughter. I gave birth to you—you can’t treat me like this!”
I turned back to look at her, my eyes filled with nothing but mockery.
“Let go,” I said coldly.
“I won’t.” She clung on, still struggling.
Adrien rushed over and sank his teeth hard into the hand she was using to grab me.
With a cry of pain, Marielle instinctively let go, and Adrien immediately pulled me back to parents.
