No Escape from Love novel Chapter 272

I gently closed the door to Mom's room and turned back toward the living room.

The empty living room was bathed in soft moonlight that filtered in through the curtains. I walked to the window, gazed out at the quiet night, and took a deep breath.

I had to pull myself together—not just for myself but for Mom too.

I turned off the lights and went back to my room.

Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep no matter how much I tossed and turned. It wasn't until dawn began to break that I finally drifted off.

…

The next morning, a knock at the door woke me up. I opened the door to find Mom standing there, holding a glass of milk and a few slices of bread.

"Serena, get up and eat something," she said softly.

I took the milk and bread before forcing a smile. "Thanks, Mom."

She sat down beside my bed and watched me, hesitating as if she wanted to say something. I knew exactly what was on her mind.

"Mom, don't worry too much," I said. "Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up. Besides, I've earned quite a bit from working at Hastings Group these past few years."

It sounded like one of those comforting lies, but both Mom and I knew it was the truth.

She sighed, reaching out to gently pat my head. "Serena, you've grown up."

Hearing that, I smiled at her, nodded, and lowered my head to continue eating my bread.

After breakfast, I started packing. Since I had decided to move, there was no point in delaying. I sorted out my important documents and paperwork first. As for everything else, I figured I'd move them gradually once I found a new place.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts, wanting to share this bit of good news with someone. But as I looked through the list, I realized I didn't have a single suitable person to call.

Former colleagues? Ever since I left Hastings Group, everyone had been keeping their distance. Other than for work-related matters, we barely spoke.

Friends? Over the years, I hadn't really made any close friends.

Wait—Lila!

This apartment was near Astern University. I could drop by and pay her a visit.

Without hesitation, I hailed a cab and headed straight for Astern University.

The campus was the same as I remembered—the same trees, the same buildings, the same bright-eyed students.