After leaving the estate, Claudia Ross didn't look at her phone.
She could feel the phone vibrating inside her handbag, but she resisted the urge to check, afraid that it would only bring her pain.
When she checked into the hotel, Claudia ordered food for little An, but she herself didn't eat anything.
Stuffed with anger, she couldn't eat, and didn't want to either.
Little An happily enjoyed his pineapple fried rice and passion fruit juice, occasionally sneaking a glance at Claudia.
Seeing Claudia frowning deeply, he said in a grown-up tone, "Mommy, a day spent happy or unhappy is still a day. You should be happy and stop punishing yourself."
Her son's thoughtful words brought a sense of warmth to Claudia's heart. She hugged little An's small frame tightly and said in a subdued voice, "Son, Mommy doesn't want to stay here anymore. Would you like to go to the Capital with Mommy?"
Every time she faced something she couldn't resolve, Claudia's first thought was to escape.
