Claudia stared at me, shocked. “I can’t believe your temper has only gotten worse over the past eight years. You haven’t even come home yet, and you already dare to push people. If you had returned eight years ago, would you have killed someone by now?!”
She was completely unreasonable. She kept standing in my way, talking nonstop.
“Claudia, I was adopted by another family eight years ago. I only came today to pick up my jewelry, not to look for you.”
“My parents have treated me with love, as if I were their own daughter. I have no wish to be yours.”
Claudia’s face turned completely cold. “What nonsense are you saying? Your mother is standing right here. Even if you’re joking, there should be a limit.”
Yet, a hint of panic flashed in her eyes. The daughter she hadn’t seen for eight years now felt like a stranger, as if something precious had slipped from her hands.
Seeing no one pay her attention, Phoebe slowly got up from the floor.
“Mom, maybe I shouldn’t stay at home anymore. The family isn’t mine; everything I have once belonged to Freya. It’s only right that I give it back.”