In my mother’s arms, I frowned slightly.
My father clearly had no intention of wasting another second on her. He spoke directly—
“Steward, throw her out.”
The moment his words fell, the butler appeared behind her with two bodyguards dressed in black.
Without a word, they each grabbed one of her arms and restrained her.
“What are you doing? Let go of me!”
She struggled frantically.
“Aria! Look at me! I’m your mother—you can’t stay here—!”
I pressed closer into my mother’s arms. She held me tighter and continued walking upstairs toward my room.
I heard the door open—and then slam shut.
“Bang—”
Everything fell silent.
In the blink of an eye, it was just before the start of school.
Three days before term began, my parents held an enrollment banquet for me—this time, at our home.
