"Fiona! Why are you being so stubborn?" Her face contorted with frustration. "Look at you—"
I hung up.
My thumbs moved across the screen.
*Mom, this is between Adrian and me. Keep pushing, and I don't know what I might do.*
A notification pinged from the "A Loving Family" group chat. Dad.
*Fiona Mason, we have spoiled you rotten all these years!*
*Adrian treats you like gold—what exactly are you making a fuss about?*
*Let me tell you, if you insist on this divorce, then I, Zion Mason, have no daughter!*
I left the group chat. Blocked both their numbers.
In the capital, every inch of land costs a fortune. Renting a decent place wasn't cheap. But I had savings. During graduate school, I'd studied design and posted my work online. Over time, a following accumulated. Commissions filled my inbox constantly.
Adrian had always insisted my health was too fragile for work.
But now...
I opened my dashboard, scrolled through the requests, and picked a few that sparked my interest.
*Omg, Master! You actually replied!*
*Happy dance.jpg*
*Risveglio, add me on WeChat, let's talk details.*
*Okay!*
After finalizing everything, I threw myself into the work. Body and soul.