Amara's POV.
After I finished having my lunch served to me by one of the maids in the mansion, I got a phone call from my mother.
"Hello mom," I said.
"Hey, my baby girl. How are you doing?" My mom asked, to which I replied, "I am fine, Mom."
I didn't want to inform my mother about how I got slapped by Samara Briggs. I didn't want my mother to feel bad about my staying here. Although, I felt there could be a way for Darlington and me to work out our relationship. Since I arrived here, Darlington hadn't given me a reason to hate him, except for the fact that he normally acted cold towards me sometimes.
"That's good to hear, my daughter. Actually, your father informed me that you wanted to return home. That's why I'm calling you. I wanted to call you earlier, but he assured me that he h
