Chapter 38

As Rosella's gaze fell upon Arina through the screen, her heart swelled with maternal affection. "How's my baby?" she inquired gently, her eyes soft with concern.

Arina managed a tired smile, stifling a yawn. "Good, Mom."

But Rosella couldn't shake the worry gnawing at her heart. "You're looking thin," she observed, her concern evident even over the video call.

Arina waved off her mother's worry, her voice heavy with exhaustion. "No, I'm good," she insisted, sinking further into the comfort of her bed.

Rosella persisted, her maternal instincts urging her to ensure her daughter's well-being. "Did you enroll yourself?"

Arina nodded faintly, her eyes still closed in weariness. "Yes, Aaron has taken care of it. I'll start tomorrow," she murmured, already drifting toward sleep.

Concerned about her daughter's wardrobe, Rosella continued, "Did you buy a new dress?"

Arina's response was tinged with sarcasm, her fatigue evident in her tone. "I have enough," she muttered, rolling onto her side.