Chapter 82 : Where the blame falls

• “Mommy, you’re not eating,” Zion called out to me, and I snapped out of my thought to find the eyes of Ivan, Zion, and Aaron on me at the dining table where we sat having dinner.
• I knew Aaron was the most curious of the three. When I got home hours ago, he asked why I had hurried off without telling the bodyguards where I went. I knew the guards he had placed on me had fed him information about my misbehaviour and disappearance. I wasn’t ready to talk about it, and I told him I just needed air. He knew that was a lie, but he didn’t place any form of pressure on me because he knew better.
• I brushed it off casually: “Oh, do not mind mommy, she’s got work stuck in her head. Go on, eat your food, and you will be just as tall as Daddy and Uncle Ivan.”