Chapter 86 A Hot Slap

• Avery's heels clicked angrily against the pavement as she approached the familiar facade of her parents' house, dragging her luggage like a reluctant companion. The front door swung open before she could even reach for the handle.
• "Mother!" Avery called out, her voice tinged with frustration and defeat.
• Dora stood at the threshold, a perfectly plucked eyebrow arched in surprise. "What is it? Why are you back with-" Her gaze dropped to the suitcase. "Your bag."