Elma's POV:
I parked my car at the mansion Jeremi was staying and dialed his contact. He walked towards me dressed in a tailored blue suit.
"Elma, I am glad you came," he smiled and swung a beautiful key with his finger.
"What's that?" I asked with my gaze stuck on the key, "A key."
"No, I mean, what's the key meant for?"
"It's the key to your freedom," he said in a teasing tone, and I frowned. I was already in a bad mood.
"Why do you look sad? Remember what I always say: Avoid frowning so you won't develop wrinkles."
"I am tired, Jer," I said with a weak tone.
"I am tired of my parents always thinking that they are right; they have no remorse for their upbringing and will never miss a chance to blame me for getting pregnant at sixteen."
"Hey, their words are meaningless. Forget about them," Jeremi said with a comforting tone before he hugged me.