"Why would you want to see her?" Aria's voice was laced with concern as they stood in the dimly lit hallway of Devon Manor that morning.
Delia's response was immediate, her tone tinged with a mixture of defiance and resignation. "Why not? She is still my mother, even if she is a terrible person. I hope you all didn't kill her last night?"
Aria's gaze softened, her concern palpable. "Eva is still alive," she reassured Delia, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "But she is locked up in a cell. I asked because she is a terrible person."
Delia's expression remained resolute, unwavering in her determination to confront the woman who had brought her into this world. "Well, like I said, she is still my mother, no matter what."
