Caroline poured herself a drink and sat on the sofa. She leaned back and savored her drink.

The peace at that moment allowed her a brief moment of relaxation.

However, she got all tense again the moment she heard the sound of footsteps upstairs.

She remained in her seat and did not even look up.

It was definitely her mother.

Belinda came downstairs.

She sat beside Caroline and asked, “Why are you back so late?”

Looking at the exhaustion on Caroline’s face, she touched her daughter’s face and sighed. “I don’t know if this is a blessing or a mistake.”

“I’m fine, Mom.”

Caroline understood what Belinda meant.

Belinda was doubting whether returning the girls to their respective families was good or bad for Caroline.

Sometimes, Caroline thought of it as well.

If she had not returned to the Fisher family, she would have had her own career and sufficient ability to free herself from her adoptive family’s abuse.

She would have been living a carefree life instead of workin