Final Breakup: No. 100
"Let her go. We're going to the same university anyway. I'll see her when I want to."
Then he hung up—without giving his mother a chance to say another word.
Mrs. Bentley stared at her phone in disbelief, her expression darkening with embarrassment and frustration.
My gaze was calm but heavy, a shadow passing through it. Still, I spoke gently.
"Mrs. Bentley, I appreciate your kindness. But everyone has the right to choose. This… this is the best ending for us."
I gave her a small smile and rolled up the car window.
Mrs. Bentley tried to stop me again, but my mother stepped in, blocking her firmly.