Ava's pov.
I hurried and walked to the visitor's room, my heart hammering loudly in my chest. What was my mother doing here? Hope she wasn't here to cause trouble.
My mother has completely changed, it was like all she wanted was to evict Lady Eleanor and she was using me.
I walked into the room, sighting my mother sitting down on a sofa, sipping her tea, she turned to me.
“Mother,” I called, walking closer to her. “What are you doing here?”
She glanced behind me, as though expecting someone else…of course she was expecting Arthur to come along too.
“Why isn't Arthur with you?” She asked, dropping the tea cup on the table.
“He is busy,” I frowned, folding my hands under my breasts. “Why do you want to see him?”
“Why do I feel like you are not happy to see me?” She asked, a faint smile playing on her lips.
“Of course, I am happy to see my mother,” I defended. “But I am not happy to see the new you.”
“The new me?”
I nodded, taking in deep breaths. “Mum you have changed, what happene
