Taming SSR And UR RANK Superwomen-Chapter 30 — Reunion of a Broken Family

In another sector of Ark, the wind blew harder at that height.

Angel sat on the edge of an eighth-floor building. Her legs were crossed naturally, and her black dress moved softly around her thighs. Her white hair swayed like luminous silk beneath the afternoon sun.

She held a small hand mirror. With delicate precision, she applied red lipstick to her lips. Her pulse was steady. Precise. Her back straight and firm.

When she finished, she studied her reflection for a few seconds. She smiled. A calm, closed-lip smile.

She put the lipstick away with a soft click and, in a high-pitched yet gently coquettish tone, murmured to herself:

"Perfect..."

She lowered the mirror. Her pink eyes drifted into the distance.

There, on the street in front of the adjacent building, she saw a white-haired young man walking hand in hand with a shorter girl.

Thomas and Iris.

Angel watched them with an expression impossible to decipher for anyone who did not know her. It was not mockery. Nor was it surprise. It was something deeper. Older.

She smiled again. Slowly, she tucked a strand of white hair behind her ear.

"How they’ve grown..."

Her voice was soft, almost a whisper the wind barely carried away.

"My sweet, beloved children."

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Thomas opened the door to his apartment and let Iris walk in first.

She stepped inside naturally, as if the day had been completely normal. She took off her shoes at the entrance and walked toward the living room.

Thomas let out a long, relaxed sigh before closing the door.

"Finally."

Iris looked at him over her shoulder.

"How did you manage to get everything back inside?"

Thomas set the keys down on the table.

"I paid what I owed and asked the neighbors to help carry the boxes upstairs."

Iris blinked.

"Really?"

"Yeah. The guy in 302 is stronger than he looks."

She nodded in approval.

"That’s good."

Thomas walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He grabbed the juice bottle and, without thinking much about it, drank straight from it.

Iris appeared in the kitchen doorway, her hands on her hips.

"Brother."

Thomas slowly lowered the bottle.

"What?"

"You’re supposed to drink from a glass, not from the bottle."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah?"

He took another small sip just to tease her.

"I pay for the food. I pay for the house. And I can’t even have the luxury of drinking my own juice however I want?"

Iris smiled playfully.

"Nope."

Thomas let out an incredulous laugh.

"No? Then maybe I should put you to work so you can start giving orders."

Iris widened her eyes in feigned indignation.

"You have to catch me first!"

She ran toward her room. Thomas shook his head as he put the bottle back in the refrigerator.

"Don’t even dream of it..."

Just then, the doorbell rang. Thomas walked unhurriedly to the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone. He turned the knob and opened it casually.

His faint smile vanished. First came confusion. Then something deeper: fear. Angel stood before him.

White hair fell softly over her bare shoulders. Calm pink eyes. A relaxed, maternal expression. Smiling. And a plunging neckline.

"Hello, Thomas."

Her voice was warm. He didn’t reply; he simply slammed the door shut. The sound echoed through the small apartment. Thomas leaned his back against the door and struggled to breathe.

’No...’

He ran a hand over his face.

’This can’t be.’

He tried to steady his breathing. He tried to determine whether this was real or an illusion. He sensed nothing out of the ordinary. The doorbell rang again, followed by her voice from the other side.

"Thomas... I have a heart too, you know? You’re going to make me cry."

He shut his eyes tightly. He opened the door just enough to step outside and closed it behind him, preventing her from seeing inside.

"What are you doing here?" he asked quietly.

Angel looked at him with the same serenity.

"It took me a long time to find you." Her smile was small. "But I came back for you."

Thomas clenched his jaw.

"There’s nothing here to look for."

His voice was restrained. Tense.

"It’s best if you don’t show up again." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Angel tilted her head slightly.

"I understand that you’re angry. I won’t defend myself. I’m ready to listen to whatever you want to say."

Thomas shook his head and looked at her coldly.

"I won’t give you that satisfaction. I’m not going to say anything to you. It’s better if you leave. This stopped being your family a long time ago."

Angel relaxed her eyelids slightly, maintaining her composure, but she did not falter.

"And just by being here... you’re already putting us in danger," Thomas said.

"I would never involve you in anything dangerous."

Her pink eyes subtly scanned the hallway.

"No one saw me arrive. I’m sure of it."

Before Thomas could react, she stepped forward. She lunged at him, wrapping both arms around his neck before he could pull away, and pushed him back into the apartment.

"Hey—¡"

"That’s why it’s better if I’m not standing out there, right?"

She closed the door with her foot, still wearing one of her black shoes. Thomas tried to push her away.

"Let me go. You’re not welcome here."

Angel let out a soft, carefree laugh. Then she replied in a fragile tone.

"No matter how much you reject me, I’m determined to win you back."

"I’m not interested in anything that comes from you."

At that moment, a small voice echoed from the hallway.

"Mom..."

Time seemed to stop. Iris stood there, her eyes wide and shining. A second later, her expression broke, and she ran toward her. Angel immediately released Thomas and knelt down.

Iris threw herself into her arms and burst into tears without saying a word. Angel hugged her protectively, holding her gently. She smiled without speaking; she understood why.

Thomas watched the scene. Something twisted in his chest. Anger. Pain. An almost physical urge to pull those hands away from Iris. But he didn’t move.

Angel slowly stood up with Iris in her arms and walked farther inside the apartment as if she belonged there.

"I have many things to talk to you about."

"We’re not interested," Thomas replied without hesitation.

His voice was firm.

"We have important things to do. Come back another time."

Angel did not argue or confront him. She turned toward him. For the first time since she had arrived, her gaze shifted slightly—it grew deeper, more maternal.

"Please... give me a little of your time."

The knot in Thomas’s throat formed without warning. Tears pressed hard, threatening to fall. He held them back out of resentment and pride, because of everything that still burned inside him.