Some things are so suffocating that you can't even drink the soup, and no intelligence works on a woman who resorts to irrational arguments.
The meal was evidently unpleasant, and after finishing, Luna Miller surprisingly had the butler go and pack her luggage.
"Charlotte, is Luna making things difficult for you?" Freya Morgon looked at her youngest daughter's pale face, laden with troubles. She didn't know what this daughter had gone through in the Hallow Family, or what she was hiding.
Ever since her two daughters were born, she aspired to treat them equally, but it seemed to be the most challenging thing in the world.
"Mommy, she has to leave." Charlotte Miller's tone intensified, as she stood up and walked to the hall door, leaning against the door frame, looking at the courtyard she had lived in since childhood, confidently asserting, "She must go..."
This kind of situation might be what Atlas Hallow was best at, but how would she get him to help send Luna away?
