The Old House.
Stellan Sutton watched Autumn Ellison packing her things, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
He hadn't called Autumn Ellison 'Mom' for a long time, always following Sutton in calling her Ms. Ellison.
"Well, if there's something that's bothering you, just say it, we can all discuss together what might be a good solution. Packing up and leaving without a word, how are we supposed to cope?"
Sutton also said anxiously beside them.
Autumn Ellison gave a cold smile.
"In this family, I'm the one who doesn't fit in the most. What's wrong if I leave? You can all happily live together without having to care about my feelings, isn't that right?"
"No, Mom, where are you going? This is your home."
Stella also rushed back, grabbing Autumn's hand, "Mom, please stop packing, just say what you need to say. If you're really unhappy with my brother's choice, you can be angry with him, but please, I'm really scared."
