Chapter 100

Mrs. Vance had been bedridden these past few days, but her own daughter Shaya acted like she was blind to it—coming home only to complain and throw tantrums. The mother-daughter warmth that used to be there was long gone.

Mrs. Vance couldn’t help but think of Nara.

After all, she’d raised that girl for eighteen years.

And now that she was seeing Shaya for who she really was, all those once-forgott