Chapter 43. Knowing Her Deeply

The seriousness in the room was so palpable, which was heavy with the bated breath of the last daughter of the Miller. For the first time in a long while, she was in a one-on-one sitting arrangement with her mother with a glass table as the middle partition, who was sitting on the twin chair across the other side.

To make it a more awkward and uncomfortable situation, they were sitting in her room of all places.

 Emma was a hundred percent sure that her mother had called and texted her, to talk about the guy that she brought home for introduction the previous night. 

Early that morning when she woke up, she had seen so many messages and even mails from her mother requesting to see her urgently.

   If Eleanor didn't approach the matter in that hurried manner, she knew Emma would procrastinate the issue and choose to visit her at the odd hour, when the pressing issue was no longer important to talk about.