Chapter 118 A Mirage

• “No, Mother,” I interrupted, my voice firm. “Just stop making decisions on my behalf.”
• Her calm expression didn’t waver as she turned to me, and I couldn’t help but feel both anger and disbelief. How could she remain so composed in every situation? More importantly, how could she consistently make decisions for me as if I had no agency?
• She was my mother, yes, but she had left me with my father and his wife—whom I’d believed to be my real mother for most of my life. Now, after all these years, she had appeared out of nowhere, assuming that a few explanations would magically erase the pain of abandonment and make everything normal again. Worse still, she thought she could control my life when I was the one destined to rule the Lunar Realm—such irony.