#Chapter 217: That Woman

“Your mother?" Timothy whispered, and he whipped his head around and looked at her, as if to confirm for himself. I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. "I never thought I’d even see her again…" Anger simmered beneath the surface, a mix of betrayal and confusion. Timothy placed a hand on my shoulder. "Do you want to go back? We can—" "No," I interrupted, determination cutting through my words. "I've come this far; might as well see what this dinner is really about." Timothy's expression reflected understanding, though concern lingered in his eyes. Together, we approached Kamran and my mother, a peculiar quartet converging for an evening that had become far more complicated than I could have imagined. Kamran greeted us with a welcoming smile, oblivious to the storm brewing within me. "Timothy, Evie, glad you could make it. This is Mia," he said, gesturing toward my mother. My eyes fixated on Mia, who stood there with an air of calm composure. The woman who had been absent for so muc