The True Daughter's Beautiful Counterattack

Today was the day to return to the old house. Simon and I got up early and made preparations at home.

The driver had also been waiting outside for a while.

Throughout the drive, Simon seemed distracted, his eyes glued to his phone as if he were expecting an important call.

I chose to ignore him. I didn’t care where his mind was, as long as he came with me.

Even if his soul had flown away, it didn’t matter to me.

But fate wasn’t on my side.