"Leave me alone!" Madam Rani interrupted sharply, pulling her hand away from Lucy.
Lucy frowned slightly.
"Madam Rani, stop being rude and tell me if you're okay."
But her mother seemed to grow even more angry.
"I don't need your sympathy! How long are you going to keep staying here at home?" she said in a voice filled with frustration.
"How many times have you refused to get married? Oscar is a good young man—he has money and a good life. What else do you want?"
Lucy looked at her mother with a little sadness.
"Mom… are you tired of me?"
Madam Rani didn't hesitate even for a second.
"Yes. I'm tired of you. Get out of my house!"
This wasn't the first time they had talked about marriage.
But it was the first time her mother had told her to leave the house.
In a way, it made Lucy sad.
In this world, it had always been just the two of them—her and her mother.
Madam Rani had been her pillar of strength and courage since she was little, so Lucy didn't like those words, even though she couldn't openly say it.
She moved closer and spoke in a gentle voice.
"It's not that I can't live on my own. You know I have a good job, and I even have a house."
Then she gently placed her hands on her mother's shoulders.
"But I'm not at peace leaving you here alone."
For a few seconds, Madam Rani seemed slightly touched by those words.
But she still didn't want to give in easily.
She removed Lucy's hands from her shoulders and said firmly,
"I will be your mother the day you agree to get married."
After saying that, she turned and walked toward her bedroom.
Bam!
The door slammed shut.