"Fiona, what are you doing? Where are you going in the middle of the night?"
Yancy's mother immediately became worried and rushed over to stop Fiona.
"Mom, don't worry about this matter. We will solve our issues ourselves."
Yancy frowned as he looked at his mother.
"Why stop her? Why throw a tantrum? If she wants to leave, let her leave!"
Yancy would probably never know how hurtful these words were to Fiona.
His attitude was so disheartening.
Fiona crouched there, packing her things, feeling even more upset; even her belly was throbbing with pain.
She made an effort to regulate her emotions, trying to tell herself to calm down.
Otherwise, she would definitely harm the baby.
"I will never come back again!"
Fiona said fiercely.
"If you walk out this door today, don't expect to come back."
With both of them so angry, it's impossible for them to say anything good.
This kind of action from them was completely predictable.
