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    This prolonged absence left ire feeling anxious and distressed, prompting her to visit the beauty salons where ine often spent her time.


    At one of these salons, ire approached the owner, showing her a picture of ine. “Hi, have you seen this woman before?” she inquired.


    The owner examined the photo with interest and replied, “Oh, isn’t this Mrs. Wilson?”


    ire was taken aback. “Do you know my mother?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The owner smiled warmly. “Ah, you must be her daughter. Yes, she used toe here regrly with her friends, but I haven’t seen her recently. Is she missing?”


    ire nodded, her concern deepening. “Do you happen to know any of her friends? Could you share their numbers with me?”


    The owner suddenly seemed to remember something and eximed, “Actually, one of her friends is getting a facial right now! Let me call her out to see if she knows anything.”


    ire quickly replied, “That would be amazing! Thank you so much!”


    The owner beamed. “You’re very wee; it’s my pleasure.”


    With a gentle smile, the owner picked up the walkie-talkie and said, “Lily, could you please ask Mrs. Wayne toe out for a moment? Mrs. Wilson’s daughter is here and wants to speak with her.”


    A prompt response came back, “Sure thing! Mrs. Wayne said she’ll be out shortly.”


    ire waited anxiously and soon saw a plump woman emerging, her face obscured by a mask that could hardly contain her features, creating a ratherical sight.


    However, ire wasn’t in a humorous mood; she was desperate for any leads or information about her mother from this woman.


    Mrs. Wayne approached ire, sizing her up with a curious nce. “So, you’re ine’s daughter?” she asked.


    ire stood tall and replied respectfully, “Yes, Auntie Wayne, I’m ine’s daughter. Have you seen her since yesterday?”


    “Your mother?! Huh!” Mrs. Wayne scoffed, a hint of anger in her voice. “I don’t think I deserve to be friends with someone like your mom!”


    ire, confused and intrigued, quickly asked, “Auntie Wayne, what do you mean by that? Did something happen between you two?”


    Mrs. Wayne frowned, clearly upset. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare to confront her. Just yesterday afternoon, I called her to see if she wanted to join me for a facial, and do you know what she said?”


    “What did she say?” ire pressed eagerly.


    Mrs. Wayne’s voice rose with indignation. “She told me that I have no right to do facials with her, that I don’t deserve her friendship! She even went so far as to say that only people like us go to beauty salons for facials. She wants to buy the whole salon just for herself and cut ties with everyone else!”


    Then, looking directly at ire, she continued, “Tell me, isn’t your mom being unreasonable? We’re supposed to be friends! I simply invited her for a facial session, and instead, she insulted and belittled me. She called me a poor freak and bragged about her unimaginable wealth! What does that even mean? Did she suddenly get rich? Is that why she looks down on us?”


    “If she despises me so much, she shouldn’t answer my calls! Why insult me? Who does she think she is? I can’t believe how angry this makes me!”