A "Warm" Welcome
Language: en
I rarely go back to my hometown, so when I did, my mom was thrilled. She cooked up a storm, and all our relatives and family friends came over for a big dinner. That evening, with two tables full of people eating and chatting loudly, I suddenly got a call from my husband’s executive assistant. I got up and walked to a quieter corner. I answered the phone, but before I could even say "hello," a cold, mocking laugh came through the receiver. "Chloe Carter, your mother is a shameless, pathetic old hag!" Hearing this, my brow furrowed tightly. My voice went ice cold. "Are you out of your…