FreeNovelChapter 403
It was as if | hadn't heard him, | mused to myself, “It’s not just her who doesn’t like me. You seem to have a
pretty low opinion oftoo, right? But then again, | know you're my biological father. Why would a father dislike
his own child? Is it something to do with my mother... did she have skind of grudge against you?”
“Enough!”
Richard's voice was low but fierce, his face turning red, “You've been back in River City for two years. How come
you've turned back into that rebellious kid, always pushing boundaries?!”
“Oh.”
| had my answer, “Seems like my mother really is someone else.”
That's something a psychologist in France had once told me. The more people dodge your questions or get angry
when you ask something, the more likely it is that you're onto something. | was only about seventy to eighty
percent sure before, but now | was completely certain.
Richard was usually quite a refined man, but now when he looked at me, there was a hint of disgust in his eyes,
“Get lost!”
“Sure thing.”
| smiled slightly, turning on my heel before he could blow up at me.
“Wait!”
He suddenly called out, “Did you just speak with Grandma?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI turned back, “Yeah.”
“Did she mention anything about... a will?”
“A will? Did Grandma make a will?” | feigned confusion in response.
He seemed slightly relieved, then pressed on, “What about... how the estate's
going to be divided?”
“You're a bit too eager, aren't you?”
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| frowned, pretending to be upset, “Grandma’s not in her right mind to discuss estate division or anything of that
sort. I'd advise you not to bother her about it, lest you upset her and she ends up getting sick!”
| paused, then added as if it were an afterthought, “After all, no one knows what's in the will. As long as
Grandma's alive, everyone still has a chance to fight for what they want.”
Back in River City, Christine had ordered stakeout, waiting forto join her for a late-night snack. We sat
on the patio, and as | recounted the afternoon’s events, she took a sip of wine, thought for a moment, then
asked, “But if it was Gregory, why would he say he doesn’t know you?”
“Not sure yet.”
| popped open a can of beer, taking a swig. The cold, bitter liquid rolled down. my throat, easing the summer
night's heat.
Christine was peeling crawfish when she suddenly frowned, “He couldn’t have amnesia, could he?”
“No.”
| shook my head, “He’s been visiting Grandma, and it’s not his first time.”
She suggested, “Maybe it’s selective amnesia, like, he remembers everything except you?”
“...Sis, do you think this is a soap opera?”
| tossed a peeled crawfish into her bowl, “I feel like he’s changed from two
years ago.”
Christine remarked, “No kidding, he’s in a wheelchair now. How could he be the same?”
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“You're right.”
| was being too greedy.
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