Meanwhile, on the other side of the world...
Patricia turned toward the window, watching as the sun set beautifully. She was still sitting on the bed, hugging her knees. Ever since leaving the Miller household that night, Patricia had been staying in the villa where Angel had first brought her.
It had been days since then.
Pressing her lips into a thin line, she reached for the bedside drawer. Turning on her phone, she checked for any messages. There were none from her family. A shallow breath slipped past her lips, and she clicked her tongue.
"Do they really have to hate me like this?" she mumbled, bitterness filling her heart.
The past few days had not been easy for her. She had withdrawn from everything and turned to reading books recommended by the butler. In a way, reading helped her escape her thoughts. But she knew it wasn’t solving anything. While reading was surprisingly calming and more entertaining than expected, there were other issues she needed to face.
Now that she had finished the book she picked up a few days ago, Patricia told herself she had to face her family.
Hesitation flickered in her eyes as she checked her contacts. She stopped when she saw "[Good-For-Nothing]" listed. It was her brother’s contact name. Another shallow breath escaped her lips before she mustered the courage to call him.
[This number has been blocked...]
Deep lines appeared between her brows when she saw the notification. She had blocked Theo not long ago. In a moment of frustration with her brother, she had blocked him as a way of venting.
Checking her block list, her mouth fell open. "I blocked everyone," she murmured, noticing even her parents’ names were there. Her mouth opened and closed before she laughed, running a hand through her hair.
In her blinding rage, she hadn’t realized she had started cutting ties with her family before her big plan to leave. The foolishness was almost comical.
"Goodness," she breathed out, shaking her head after laughing at her own ridiculousness. "I should unblock them before Angel finds out the reason they couldn’t contact me is because I restricted their numbers."
With that, Patricia quickly unblocked the three names. As soon as she did, her phone began pinging nonstop. Her brows rose in surprise as she watched the notifications flood in. The messages came in so quickly that she could barely see who was sending them. But since it was the same three people, it didn’t take long for her to catch up.
Slowly, Patricia checked the messages, all three chatboxes showing [99+] unread messages. The person who had sent her the most messages was her mother. Patricia skimmed through them.
[Patricia, dear, Mom is sorry, alright? I didn’t mean to scold you so much. Please come home now. I made you your favorite cake.]
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