I met her gaze calmly and replied, "I do want to know, but don't you need to finish boasting about your accomplishments before explaining why?"There was a flash of anger in Cindy's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it. She took a deep breath and looked at me intensely. "Because I was furious. I had been away for over a year, and that useless Max still hadn't dealt with you. He was still being looked down upon by Aaron Middleton as a gold digger! He was still your lapdog, and you were still happily playing princess. It sickened me to see it!"Puzzled, I frowned and was about to ask Cindy what I had done to make her hate me so much.Through gritted teeth, Cindy said, "Especially when I was in so much pain, seeing you happy made me livid."Unable to hold back any longer, I asked Cindy in confusion, "Do you have some sort of mental issue? We've never met before. What did I do to make you hate me so intensely? You even went as far as purposely rear-ending my car when I was pregnant and
Cindy sneered, "Are you sure? Don't you want to know why Max suddenly bought medication for Aaron Middleton? Or why he kept taking you on trips, trying to get you into bed?"I immediately caught the mention of my father and asked, "What do you mean? Are you saying you instructed Max?"Cindy glanced at her manicured nails and nonchalantly said, "Don't rush. I'll tell you. But I must warn you, lately I've been seeing a psychologist because of everything that happened with Max. The doctor says I have a bit of a delusional disorder. So, Jen, whatever I tell you today, you should take it with a grain of salt. I can't guarantee whether I'm speaking from delusion or if I've just watched too many TV dramas and read too many novels."My heart sank.It seemed Stephen and Taylor were right—talking to Cindy wouldn't yield anything valuable. The fact that she agreed to meet me meant she was fully prepared.I gripped my hands tighter, reminding myself to stay calm.Cindy, pleased with my react
Cindy scoffed, her expression icy and distant. "Why would he choose you and your mother over me?"I was utterly perplexed. Did she imply that my father had some sort of relationship with Cindy? But that couldn't be true. Cindy had grown up abroad, rarely returning to the country, while my father had always been here. It was impossible for such a scandalous story to exist between them.Suddenly, Cindy seized the cup in front of her and flung it to the ground. The cup shattered into pieces, startling the nearby customers and the waiter standing nearby. The waiter hesitated to clean up, sensing the tense atmosphere.Cindy's anger seemed to erupt from deep within her. "Why him!" she demanded furiously.She appeared exactly like a woman who had been abandoned.But my father? How could he be involved in something so scandalous?I would not let her defame my father like this! I slammed my hand on the table, shouting, "Are you trying to tarnish my father's reputation?"Cindy shot back,
The woman in his arms was not my mother. Naturally, I recognized my mother from her younger days.Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the woman's features bore a striking resemblance to Cindy. More accurately, Cindy resembled this woman from her younger days. The only noticeable difference was that Cindy had a small black mole on her nose, while the woman in the photo had a clear, unblemished face. Her eyes were not particularly large, but they were expressive, and her smiling gaze seemed to bring the entire photo to life.The woman was wearing jeans and a knit sweater, with a ribbon tied around her neck. Her delicate eyebrows and the way she leaned gently against my father's chest gave her a sweet, radiant look. They were standing against the backdrop of a sunrise over Eagleland Mountain, with golden clouds stretching as far as the eye could see.Who was she?A sudden realization struck me. She was Cindy's mother.I quickly turned the photo over and saw a line of delicate call
Clearly, the word "mistress" struck a nerve with Cindy. Her face twitched as she struggled to accept it, but the truth remained.Cindy clenched her fists, her eyes red with anger as she glared at me, trying to suppress her rage. "Jen, you know that's not the point.""The point you think you're making means nothing to me. I don't care about Susanne's relationship with my father, and you won't provoke me with it. But I warn you, my father's good name isn't yours to tarnish. If I hear even a whisper of you slandering him, I won't let you off easily!" I emphasized, "Do you understand?"Tears welled up in Cindy's eyes, and her voice grew hoarse. "Jen, are you threatening me?""You can take it that way," I replied coldly. "No one can clarify events from over twenty years ago. I'm not interested in how your mother disrupted my parents' relationship. If you're hung up on it, you won't find answers from me. From now on, stop bothering me with this! Or else—""Or else what?""Or else, I wo
Luckily I’m not fortunate enough to be future partner.As I tried to think of a way to decline Luke, he looked at his watch and urged, "Jen, I have a meeting this afternoon and can't waste time. I need to talk to you on the way back.""What is it? Tell me now.""Are you sure you want me to discuss private matters about Professor Middleton in public?""..."Alright, you win, Luke.Luke's car was still the same black luxury car, and this time he was driving himself. However, his driving seemed much smoother than before.Once the car merged into traffic, I couldn't wait any longer and asked, "What do you need to tell me?"Luke kept his eyes on the road, his lips barely moving. "What did Cindy say to you?""How did you know I met with Cindy?""I saw you."I wanted to ask Luke if he had nothing better to do than keep tabs on my meetings. Before I could, Luke glanced at me and said, "I don't have a habit of stalking people. I happened to be passing by and saw you with Cindy in the
I must look fierce right now, like a small, angry beast baring its teeth. My eyes are red and glaring at Luke, inexplicably directing all my anger towards him.Normally, Luke would chase me out of the car, give me a cold look, and say something icy to silence me. But to my surprise, he didn't do that.Instead, he pulled a checkered handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to me. Yes, another checkered handkerchief. I find it endearing that a grown man always carries a clean handkerchief with him.But I'm angry right now and don't want to use his handkerchief. Plus, the last time I borrowed his handkerchief to wipe my nose, I promised to wash it and return it, but I couldn't find it. How could I use his second one?Seeing that I didn't take it, Luke sighed impatiently, then leaned over and stuffed the handkerchief into my hand. "Don't get your snot on my car. I have OCD.""…Fine," I mumbled, wiping my tears and nose with his handkerchief. "This time, I'll remember to wash it an
As Luke continued speaking, a slight frown appeared on his face. "The novel tells the story of two protagonists who fall deeply in love," he explained. "When the female lead discovers that the male lead has a wife and daughter, she spends the entire night crying. They both struggle to suppress their feelings but are unable to resist the overwhelming passion, crossing moral boundaries. Eventually, they make the decision to end their lives together, in order to preserve their love at its most beautiful moment. They discuss various methods for their joint suicide and ultimately choose to jump from a great height. This way, they can hold hands as they fall, embracing tightly and reminiscing about every moment of their lives. Their suicide will be grand and intense, as they plunge from the sea of clouds into the deserted forest below."Suddenly, a photo of my father and Susanne on a trip to Eagleland Mountain came to mind.I was familiar with Eagleland Mountain, a popular tourist dest