For a brief moment, something flickered across Vivian's face—hesitation, perhaps even a trace of vulnerability—but it disappeared just as quickly, replaced by her usual cold composure. "That's none of your concern," she replied flatly, turning her back on them.
"Where are you going?" Anastasia held onto Vivian as she started to walk away.
"Move your hand from me?!" Vivian snapped, her voice laced with irritation as she shook off Anastasia's grip.
Anastasia stood her ground, her heart racing. "No, I won't! You can't just walk away after everything you've said. You owe me an explanation!"
Vivian turned slowly, her expression a mix of anger and disdain. "Owe you? You think I owe you anything? Your mother was nothing but a thorn in my side, and now you're following in her footsteps."
