And accepted it.
Just like that.
No screaming.
No confrontation.
No heartbreak theatrics.
Just calm acceptance.
"Mom…" Yueling finally whispered, her voice unsteady. "Why do I feel like she's planning something?"
Madam Chen stopped pacing, her jaw tightening. "Because she is. That girl never accepts anything quietly. She must be plotting. You heard how calm she was, too calm."
Yueling swallowed hard. "Should I call Zege?"
"Yes," Madam Chen snapped. "Call him right now. If he speaks to her first, who knows what she'll convince him of."
Yueling nodded and grabbed her phone, dialing quickly.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring...
Then:
Voicemail.
Her stomach dropped.
"He isn't picking up…" she murmured, staring at the screen as if it had personally betrayed her.
Madam Chen's eyes narrowed. "Try again."
She did.
Again.
Again.
Still voicemail.
A cold, prickling fear crawled up Yueling's spine.
Why wasn't he answering?
Was he with Shuyin?
Had Shuyin already done something?
