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2024-10-05 07:00:19Sheila's POV
The moment we left the restaurant and got into the car, I could feel the tension easing from my mom’s shoulders.Mom sat beside me, staring out the window, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. I wasn’t sure if she was replaying the confrontation or simply glad to be done with it.I wanted to say something, but I wasn't sure about her mood at the moment. I glanced at her once again and sighed, wondering what she was thinking about. After a few moments of silence, she finally turned to me.“What were you doing there, Sheila?” she asked calmly. “I didn’t expect to see you at the restaurant.”I smiled and shrugged. “I couldn’t let you meet him alone, Mom. I know you told me you could handle him, but... I couldn’t take any chances.”“You were there the whole time?”I nodded, leaning back in my seat. “I disguised myself and stayed a bit far from the table, just observing. I had to make sure things didn’t go south.Related chapters
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