Chapter 92. No Room for Argument

Emma’s POV

My unease grew, and my mind raced with conflicting emotions. I didn’t know what to make of my mother’s words, and I didn’t know how to respond. The lack of apology, the straightforwardness—it was all so… unexpected.

“You just want to heal me?” I repeated, my voice laced with skepticism. “No questions, no expectations? Just… heal me?”

Eliana nodded, her jaw set. “That’s right. I have had time to think, Emma. I know I can’t undo the past, but I can try to make a difference now. Let me help you.”

My eyes searched my mother’s face, looking for hidden motives, but I saw only determination. This newfound directness from the woman who had abandoned me unsettled me. I didn’t know how to react, didn’t know what to say.

My hand was starting to tremble, and everything just felt so overwhelming. My stomach churned, and my heart beat in my rib cage. “That’s all you have to say?” I asked, unable to refrain from asking the question. It real