Clingy Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 461 - チャプター 470

The workers were afraid that Chad might frighten Mona, so they helped him up and got someone to send him away. Mona watched from the side. It was depressing as if a rock was crushing her chest. The psychiatric hospital locked up the patients like prisoners. There was no such thing as freedom, and even the air they breathed was filthy. Knowing that her father might have to spend his entire life here crushed her. “Mrs. Fontaine, are you alright?” Mona recollected her thoughts and looked at the worker. She forced a smile and nodded. “I’m okay.” “Let’s go up then.” The worker brought Mona to the elevator and went straight to the highest floor of the hospital. Unlike the other floors which held many patients in a single ward section, the highest floor was specifically for Oliver. The worker told Mona to wait at the parlor. A while later, the worker brought a man in patient’s garb in. “Mrs. Fontaine, this is Oliver Mayers.” Mona looked at the man at the entrance. He

“Mrs. Fontaine, do you want anything to drink? I have some water and milk here.” Mona ignored his question and walked over to the man. She stared at his swollen face and found it amusing. “You rather slap yourself and pretend that you are crazy just so I won’t recognize you. You went through all that just because you don’t want to acknowledge me as your daughter.” Oliver’s expression froze. His eyes flickered nervously and averted her gaze. Mona shut the refrigerator door and stared at him. She said in disdain, “You are my biological father, am I right?”There was no way she was wrong. She could spot the resemblance between the eyes, and no matter how he denied it, he could not deny the fact that they shared the same genes. She could even feel a sense of familiarity at first glance. “Mrs. Fontaine, I think you’re mistaken. I have a daughter, but she’s long dead. I don’t know you either, so how could we be related?” Oliver finally looked at Mona. His eyes were blank and a

Mona looked down and suddenly thought of her mother. “Is my mother’s name Miranda Flocken?” “Yeah. Why do you ask?” Oliver reacted strongly to the name. “I haven’t heard from her ever since she left with Thaddeus’ father. I have no idea where she is or how she is doing now. Let’s just hope she’s doing well.” “You’ve never looked for her?” “Your mother left, you fell into the sea, and my business was in a mess. The loan sharks were at my door, so all I could care about was fleeing for my life. I did try looking for her, but I got nothing at all…” “Then, how did you end up here? What does Thaddeus have to do with this?” “Thaddeus got to me and helped me pay off my debt. As an exchange, I have to stay here as a patient for life.” Oliver looked around the room. Despite the luxury he was enjoying, it felt like a prison to him. “Thaddeus isn’t a philanthropist. If he paid your debt and kept you here as a prisoner, he must have a use for you. It’s just that the time isn’t righ

Aunt May pursed her lips and then explained, “This is the rule set by Madam Fontaine. The unfinished dishes are to be thrown out on that day. Every meal has to be cooked with fresh ingredients and overnight leftovers cannot be served on the table. Otherwise, the nitrates in the leftovers will cause cancer.” Mona shook her head in disapproval. “If you know leftovers are wasteful, why did you even cook so much in the first place?” Aunt May was aggrieved. She grumbled, “That’s because the chef wants to know Millie and Bobby’s preferences.” Mona rolled her eyes and facepalmed. Her head started to hurt and if the argument continued, she would be caught in a vicious cycle. She looked at the spread of dishes. Knowing that the unfinished food would be thrown out, her heart bled. She hated wasteful behavior and there was no excuse to waste food. Making it a habit or justifying it would only affect the kids’ thoughts and set a wrong example. Mona told the kids to sit down and eat. Sh

Mona wanted to decline the call, but she accidentally swiped to answer. No one spoke after she answered the phone, so she tossed the phone aside and slept. The man on the other end of the call did not hear the sweet voice that he expected, so he waited. However, there was still no sound from the other end. Thaddeus had a look at the screen of his phone to check if the call had connected. Mona would always say something before him, and whatever she said would depend on her mood and feelings. Sometimes she was happy, sometimes she was moody, and he was able to capture her feelings the moment he listened to her voice. He always waited for her to speak when he called her, but the woman did not speak today. “Mona?” the man spoke in his deep voice. Still no answer. A hint of nervousness sprouted in his heart. The woman had met Oliver at the psychiatric hospital earlier today. Could she have heard something that shocked her to the point that she refused to speak to him? Or w