My advisor was relieved that I had come to my senses and chosen the right path.
One day, while I was conducting experiments in the research lab, my mom, whom I hadn't been in touch with for months, suddenly called.
She finally remembered she had a daughter.
"Hello, Mom! How have you been feeling lately?"
"You have the nerve to call me Mom! I'm about to die from anger because of you, you beast!"
"Instead of being a good girl and getting married to have kids! Whether you're doing a Ph.D. or going abroad, that's fine, but now you're actually having an affair!"
An affair?
"I'm not, Mom! Nash is the one who cheated!"
"Enough, stop lying! Hurry back home and give Nash a few kids, so your heart won't keep wandering outside."
Have a few kids? And then be trapped in that cage for the rest of my life?
My heart sank, and my mood, which had just started to improve, plummeted again.
"Alright, I'll come back tomorrow. Tell Nash to meet me at the courthouse office at 9 AM."