Frustration and irritation settled deep within Anita’s bones, her mother seemed to care more about their status than her own daughter’s feelings. “Mom, I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” she said in a drained voice. “Adrian is my husband, and we are not getting a divorce, that’s final. Stop crying over spilled milk.” “I will never accept him as my son-in-law.” Regina huffed stubbornly as she rose from the sofa. Too annoying!” She shot Adrian a disapproving look before storming out of the room. “Well, that went well.” Adrian remarked sarcastically, after a moment of awkward silence. Anita offered him a small, tired smile. “Don’t worry about my mother and don’t take her insults seriously. That’s just how she is. When my dad returns from his trip, he would talk some sense into her. He is the more reasonable one.” Adrian nodded, appreciating her attempt to comfort him. Deep down, he wasn’t really bothered about Regina’s prejudice towards him. “By the way,” Adrian asked, hi
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