Ava’s pov
"What brings you here?" my mother inquired, attempting to mask her apprehension.
"Cease this charade and tell me what you are plotting," I demanded, my gaze fixated on Mia.
Mia's lips curled into a sly grin as she regarded me with an air of condescension. "Oh, Ethan, my dear, what a delightful surprise! I had no idea you would be gracing us with your presence."
"Enough with the pleasantries," I retorted, my voice quivering with rage. "Explain yourself, woman!"
My mother's attempts at pacifying me fell on deaf ears as I bellowed, demanding to know the truth. Why were they conspiring against me? What had transpired between them? And what p*****t did Mia speak of?
My mother's voice was lost in the tempest of my fury. I would not be placated until I had answers. I cut her off,
