Chapter Fifty-eight

Texting Ethan.

Meanwhile, her parents turned coincidentally to her. They gave a shared gaze like they’d both gotten the answer to the question.

“What?”, Elara asked, finally noticing them weirdly looking at her. She glanced from father to mother.

“You, my darling, are the solution to your father's costly carelessness”

Elara raised a brow

“And that is how?”, she asked, looking at both of them in an apprehensive yet annoyed expression.

“You have to go back to Alistair”

Elara laughed at her mother's statement. “Tell me you're joking”, she said, going back to her phone.

“It's not a comedy stand honey, so no”, her mother replied, getting to her feet.

Elara humphed. “Dreams”

Her mother snatched the phone out of her hands.

“Heyy!”

“Now listen up here carefully. You are not a child, Elara. So quick acting like one. You have to grow up and act maturely. And one of the ways to do that is to do as I say. Do you understand?”

“I am not going back to Alistair, ok? Can I have my phone please?”

“It's