Chapter 450

“When are you meeting your grandmother again?” Naomi asked bluntly.

Mia had just set her schoolbag down when the question reached her ears again. She didn’t want to complain, but her mother always demanded definite answers. She paused, slowly zipping the bag closed before turning around. Naomi stood in the doorway of her room, arms crossed, back straight—this wasn’t the posture of someone asking a