Aria watched as her grandmother whom she has liked no lesser than her father, stood there quarreling her father. She hated it, the noise they were making. She could never get used to it. For as far as she can remember, Her father and his mother don’t get along. She rolled her eyes and left the foyer, but soon returned with a bag in hand. “I’ll go with her,” Aria said as she nudged for Theresa to come help her with her bag. “Esa,” she muttered. Theresa smiled and walked towards Aria. She helped the bag out of her hand and they both walked out of the house. Mrs. Hart eyed Fabian disapprovingly, shook her head and walked away. Meanwhile, Fabian clutched his hands allowing them to hug his sides. He gritted his teeth as there was nothing else he could do. It was Aria herself who has chosen to go with his mother. He did not want his mother to take her. He was tired of her controlling attitude. “You always let your mother win,”. Katherine said while walking down the stairs. She
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