I wanted to speak up, but her phone buzzed before I could find the words.
She answered the call and abruptly stood up, grabbing her things and bolting for the door.
Just as she placed her hand on the doorknob, she seemed to remember something and glanced back at me.
"Edmund had an accident. I need to check on him. I can't stay with you tonight," Ophelia said, her voice a mix of urgency and guilt.
I managed a half-hearted smile and replied, "Go on. If something's wrong, you should be there."
Before I could say anything else, she was out the door.
Staring at the now-empty apartment, I suddenly felt a sense of release.
After she left, I began packing my stuff. I called my mother-in-law and asked her to come pick up Ollie.
By the time I zipped up my suitcase, the doorbell rang.
Opening the door, I was met with Ophelia's mom, her expression as cold as a winter wind.
"A full-grown man without a job, and you can't even take care of your own kid?!"
"We never wanted her to marry you in the first place. If she'd gone for a rich guy, none of this would be happening."
"Now I've gotta come out in the middle of the night to pick up my own grandson!"