Chapter 112

Mia stepped out of the restaurant, and her eyes caught the gleam of a sleek black luxury car parked nearby. A subtle anticipation flickered in her gaze–was Timothy already there?

After a brief pause, Mia turned to Gina and said, “Tell everyone to go ahead. I’ll just step back inside for a moment to use the restroom.”

Retreating into the restaurant, Mia lingered in hiding for a good ten minutes. She waited patiently to make sure most of her classmates had left before making her exit.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Mia answered, hearing Timothy’s deep voice on the other end. “Come out.”

“I’m on my way.” Mia replied.

Exiting the restaurant with a casual stride, Mia observed her classmates had dispersed. Approaching the sleek black luxury car, she hurriedly opened the door and slid inside.

Timothy’s gaze sharpened. “Since when does attending class come with social commitments?” he questioned.

Mia calmly defended herself, “I just grabbed a meal with some old classmates after going back to college. It’s a casual get–together, not a mandatory commitment.”

During the ride, a heavy silence hung between them until they reached their marital home.

As expected, Martha was nearby when Mia arrived. Timothy didn’t seem particularly worried about where Mia had been or what she had been up to. It was as if he didn’t feel the need to act concerned.

In the days that followed, Mia stayed diligent, attending classes with unwavering punctuality. Her schedule was jam–packed, leaving her little room to dwell on other matters.

a call from Riley. “Remember, Mia, the award ceremony is

Mia

Mia set an alarm on her phone to ensure she would

she made her way to the lecture hall, Taylor intercepted her path, locking eyes and

know your

always been strained, and it seemed that, despite the years passed, little had changed.

days ago, near the restaurant, someone

shift in Mia’s expression betrayed her.

Mia hadn’t expected her actions at

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Taylor observed Mia. “Oh be honest

in your family?”

amass such wealth? Could it

the luxury car?” Taylor pressed

turned cold. “Taylor, after all these years, you’re still the

you behind closed doors.”

have they been saying about me? Be clear

strode toward the lecture hall. Inside,

chair.

academic setting felt surreal, like

anticipated award ceremony

she noticed Kennedy, the principal, entering with a group.

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