After finishing all her work, Thalia packed up her laptop and the documents on the living room table. Her face looked tired, but it was clear there was still lingering resentment that hadn’t completely faded.

“Samon, please take me home,” Thalia said flatly as she reached for her bag.

Samon, who had been waiting in the front room, only nodded. “Yes, Miss Thalia. The car is ready.”

Without saying much more, Thalia stepped outside. Inside, she was still boiling with anger. ...