Chapter 611

Chapter 611:
She’d only gotten involved with Marc because she thought he was some wealthy heir who’d give her the life she wanted.
Now he was drowning in debt and still entangled with Stella. There was no reason to stay.
That night, Doreen made up her mind.
She booked a one-way flight out of Choria, set to leave in a week. She didn’t want Clara to know—if she did, she’d never let her go.
Luckily, Doreen was still a university student. It would be easy for her to go abroad with a student visa. Clara, though? No passport. No savings. No way she’d get out of the country. Once Doreen boarded that plane, Clara wouldn’t be able to chase after her.
The next morning, she headed straight to a travel agency to rush her visa.
“I’d like to know how soon this visa can be processed?” she asked.
The clerk smiled politely. “As soon as we receive your complete documents, we can process it in about ten days.”
Doreen frowned. Ten days?
“Can’t it be any sooner?”
“It can be done,” the clerk added, “but it’ll cost a little extra.”
“I don’t care,” she said without hesitation. “I’ll pay. Just make sure it’s done fast.”
The clerk brightened. “No problem. With the rush fee, you’ll have it in five days.”
Satisfied, Doreen slung her purse over her shoulder and left.
But what she didn’t notice… was that someone had been watching. A shadowy figure followed her from a distance, snapping a picture of her back view as she walked away—then quietly disappeared into a nearby alley.
Doreen came home glowing with excitement, already planning how she would pack her bags. Once her visa got approved, she would think of a casual excuse to ask Marc for more money.
But things didn’t go as planned. She had barely stepped outside to do some shopping when someone pressed a cloth over her mouth and nose. The strong chemical smell hit her all at once.
Her eyes widened in shock as her limbs grew weak. Her body gave out, and everything faded to black.
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When she finally woke up, her head was spinning, and the room felt unfamiliar. Clara was sitting right in front of her on the sofa, arms crossed and eyes full of rage.
“Doreen,” she said coldly. “Did you really think you could sneak off and leave the country without me noticing?”
Doreen’s breath hitched. She stared at Clara in disbelief. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Clara let out a dark laugh. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve had someone watching you for a while now. I know about the visa application. What’s the plan? Leave the country and forget you even have a mother?”
Doreen’s eyes widened even more. “You had someone follow me?”
“So what if I did?” Clara snapped. “I’m your mother. If you’ve got nothing to hide, then why does it matter if I kept an eye on you?”
Her voice was harsh, making Doreen’s stomach churn, but she forced herself to stay calm. Taking a softer tone, she replied, “I’ve always given you money whenever you needed it. I just wanted a little time away to breathe, to think things through. Why are you turning it into such a big deal?”
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