Behind me, my mom shouted, “Fine! Keep throwing your tantrum! Let’s see how long you last out there! A woman without her family is nothing but a weed in the wind!”
I’d barely made it down the block when my phone rang. It was Alric.
“Let me guess. Your mom kicked you out, didn’t she?” I could hear the smugness in his tone.
“Lyra, just come home. The second you left, our son spiked a fever. He needs you.” He sighed like he was the bigger person here.
“I know this whole divorce thing was just you acting out. I already had my assistant buy every drink on the Sparkbucks menu. Whatever you want, you can have them. Just stop this nonsense, alright?”
Hearing that Adam was sick broke my heart a little bit. But then I remembered the things he’d said to me—that I was the 'bad one', that Aunt Fina was better, that I was just a baby-making pig.
I stayed still and said coldy, “Isn’t there a world-renowned doctor in the house? You're the heir to the almighty Formoor Group, no less. You’re telling me he’d let his beloved child die of a fever?”
Then I hung up.
Of course Alric would made another call instantly. He knew I had no one backing me. He was counting on that.