Charlette’s P.O.V.
“How is Aunt?” Mona asked me with concern when she met me at the school entrance.
“How she could be? Back to work,” I answered in resignation, feeling bitter.
She patted my back to comfort me, but it didn’t make me feel any better.
Mom was always like this.
Her arm injury was deep, and I pleaded with her to go to the hospital when she developed a fever yesterday afternoon, but she refused.
“She is the boss, right?” Mona asked me in a confused tone, and I looked at her with a flat gaze.
“Okay…. I know,” she replied immediately, and we both looked in front of us.
“Okay, now tell me what Mr. Blackwood requested you to meet him again before leaving the party.” I asked her excitedly, changing the subject.
She just twitched her upper lip while jerking her head a littl
