Chapter 115: A Soothing Balm
Like a serpent in the garden, Kiara slinked around her lavish living room, a self-satisfied grin spreading across her face as she basked in her apparent triumph. Her phone twirled between her fingers like a hypnotic pendulum, the sly smile on her lips a testament to her devious nature.
"Let's see if little Miss Riley will let go of her pride and come crawling back to me," she sneered, her voice a low purr. "Or will she let her mother rot in jail? I wonder which one she loves more—her dignity or her mother?"
Kiara's revelry was cut short by the soft cooing of her baby, a sound that snapped her out of her vindictive haze like a splash of cold water. She turned to face her child, her expression softening as she scooped him up from his bed, his little body nestling into her embrace like a warm bundle of joy.
