"Kiki..." Seeing Kiki trying to get off the bed, Mika turned and grabbed him, her voice thick with helplessness and heartache.
'This is my son! But my son just doesn't like me. He hates me. And now he's calling me a bad woman.'
Kiki struggled hard, saying, "You hit someone! You're a bad woman! Let go of me!"
Listening to Kiki's words and watching him struggle so desperately, she felt as if she really were some irredeemably evil woman...
She let go of Kiki, a bitter smile touching her lips as she got off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Tristan grabbed her arm anxiously.
She didn't struggle or try to slap his hand away. She simply stared at him, her gaze cold, and said in a low voice, "Tristan, I'm exhausted today. Can you please just leave me alone for a little while?"
"Fine. If you want to rest, then rest. I'll take Kiki to the guest room," Tristan said, nodding in concession. He was worried she might leave.
