I didn’t answer. Instead, I picked up a call. “Hello, Mom, I’m heading home now. You don’t need to come pick me up.”
After signing the receipt, I gathered my things and turned to leave.
“Freya!”
Claudia grabbed my hand tightly, refusing to let go.
“You actually called someone else Mom? Did you really find new parents? The dean never mentioned that! Judging by your clothes, they must not be rich, probably just workers earning four or five thousand a month, barely getting by?”
She gritted her teeth, her eyes full of resentment toward me.
“Cut ties with those ridiculous people right now! It’s shameful. Counting the ones in the mountains, you’ve already had three sets of parents. What decent girl has three sets of parents?”
“If you don’t handle this properly, don’t blame me for stepping in to fix it.”
Claudia’s face turned cold as she threatened me.
“Oh, I’m so scared,” I said with a hint of mockery. “Why don’t you come home with me and say that to their faces?”
Her cheeks flushed with anger. “Did you already transfer your household registration?”
Back when they left me at the orphanage, they had put my registration there so Phoebe wouldn’t grow suspicious.