Beatrix gawked at Dianna, her surprise evident at the unexpected visit. But what truly caught her off guard was the reason Dianna gave.
"You really expect me to believe you miss me?" Beatrix asked, unconvinced by Dianna's flimsy excuse. Yet the moment she noticed something unusual in her daughter's demeanor, her tone shifted.
"I hope you haven't done something reckless and now come here looking for help?" She asked, eyes narrowing with suspicion.
Dianna had been unusually quiet since her arrival, barely saying a word. But the second Beatrix caught a whiff of her secret, the shift in Dianna's expression gave everything away.
"Why do you always doubt me, Mom? It's not like I can't visit my parents—or have you forgotten you have children too?" Dianna snapped, frustration lacing her voice.
Beatrix furrowed her brows, clearly irritated. She set her teacup aside, leaning forward to study her daughter more closely.
