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Now, it was Aristia's turn to be taken aback.

Catherine was right. She was her mother, did she even need a reason to see her?

Catherine sighed and reached out to hold her hand, snapping Aristia out of her thoughts. "Please, do not hide your emotions from me," she pleaded. "I feel like we are no longer spending time together like we used to." She felt like they were drifting apart.

Aristia patted the hands placed on top of hers. She wasn't intentionally hiding her emotions, her face would just either automatically form a poker, uninterested or bored look.

In the real world, she was called the stoic beauty, reason being that she rarely showed any expression to the public. She was used to it now, so used to it that it had become normal.

She realized that she hadn't really accepted Catherine and Wilson. If she had, she would have shown more expression naturally.

Nevertheless, she reassured Catherine.