Chapter 535
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I self–deprecatingly tugged at my lips, glanced away, but a mist of tears. still uncontrollably welled up in my eyes.
The taxi happened to arrive.
I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes and got on the bus.
There is nothing to cry about.
It’s just to return our relationship to what it used to be.
My parents still live in the house that Reynaldo bought for them before.
When I was younger, my dad wasn’t home, only my mom was at home.
When she saw me, she was first stunned, then she smiled at me happily and said, “Ralda, it’s you, come in quickly.”
Although my mom smiled at me with a full face, I still noticed that her eyes were red.
It was obvious that she had just cried.
I looked around the room and it was tidy, but lacked any liveliness.
I asked her, “Where’s my dad?”
“My dad…” my mom said, suddenly giving a bitter smile, and said, “His investments are starting to pay off, he’s been busy lately, probably socializing outside.”
If that were the case, my mom wouldn’t have this expression, and her eyes.
wouldn’t be red from crying.
I pulled her to the sofa beside me and asked her, “Mom, don’t lie to me. Did my dad mess up again?”
“No,” my mom shook her head hastily, “He has been making money recently, a lot of money. Really, he even transferred tens of thousands to me yesterday.”
“And what about the others? You call him back and I’ll ask him myself.”
There was no sign of life in this room at all, I even doubted whether my dad had come back for a long time.
“Better not,” my mom said, her eyes twinkling.
At the sight of her sad and restrained expression, my heart began to sink.
I knew that my dad’s side would definitely not be so worry–free.
Quentin also said that my dad’s investment business had started to take off, and our family’s life would only get better.
It seems now that it was probably my mom who was afraid he would worry, so she deliberately lied to him.
My mother has always been a soft persimmon, swallowing any grievances herself.
Look, if I didn’t come back today, would she have cried her eyes out in
this room?
I picked up the phone on the table and said, “If you don’t call him, I haven’t seen my dad for a long time. It’s a good idea to ask him to come back today and have a meal together.”
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“Ah. Ralda, don’t…“.
My mother anxiously tried to grab my phone, so I turned to the side and quickly dialed my father’s number.
My mother couldn’t stop me, so she covered her face and cried.
Seeing her like this, I felt both angry and heartbroken.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered at the other end.
My dad’s impatient voice came from the other end of the phone: “What are you doing? Didn’t I just give you tens of thousands of dollars? How did you spend it so quickly?”
Didn’t I tell you? Don’t call me when I’m busy making money, you don’t
know!”
Listening to my father’s tone of disdain and impatience, a surge of anger rushed into my chest.
I couldn’t help but sneer at him coldly, “Making money? Making so much that you don’t even want a family anymore, right?”
Upon hearing my voice, my dad clearly hesitated, “Ralda? Why is it you? Why are you calling me with your mom’s phone? Where is your mom?”