FreeNovelChapter 856 I was quite relieved and asked, "Tellwhat your favorite food is and I'll bring smore for you later." "I'm fine with anything. I'm not a picky eater." After a pause, Susan continued, "But don't bring too much because I can't finish everything all by myself. It'll be a waste if they go bad." "Okay." After hanging up the phone, I looked around the kitchen but could not find a takeout container.
I walked to the kitchen door and shouted outside the villa, "Can you chere for a moment, Theo?" After shouting, I continued to look for a takeout container.
The sound of footsteps was heard and I asked, "Theo, do we have takeout containers at home? I'm going to pack the food now so you can send them to Susan when I'm done." I did not get a response for a long tand looked up curiously.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI was stunned to see that it was Petra.
She took out the takeout container from the cab, and a look of surprise emerged on my face. She looked atand said, "There are a few takeout containers here. Do you think they're en-" When she sawlooking at her with a puzzled expression, the smile on her face turned stiff. Her countenance was a little awkward. "Theo and your... dad went for a walk together." I nodded and took the containers from her, saying blandly, "Thanks." "Can I help you with anything?" She stood beside me, asking.
I shook my head, saying a little indifferently, "No, thank you." My overly distant tone silenced her.
After filling the containers with food and seeing her still standing behind me, I was stunned and walked straight out of the kitchen without saying anything to her.
She held my wrist and I frowned, sounding a little displeased. "What is it?" "Can we talk, Wanda?" Petra's tears were at the brink of flowing out. Although she had gotten on in years now, her beauty was still clear to see.
I turned back to look at her, my gaze falling on her worn-out face. I felt a pang in my heart. It was as though someone was clenching my heart. It was so painful to even take a breath.
Why was this happening? I did not know.
I finally found my voice. I looked at her and carried myself in a slightly distant manner. "I don't think we should talk." I did not want to experience the feeling of ripping apart old wounds again and then analyze why I was once hurt.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer choking voice rang out in my ears as she said," Wanda, I know you hate me, but I... I..." But what? Was she going to say that she loved me? How absurd.
The reason why a wound was called a wound was that it would always be there, even until death. I could bring myself to not hate her, but I could not forgive her.
If I forgave her, I would feel sorry for my dead baby.
I looked outside the window. The sun was shining and I could hear Om ve Munchkin laughing vaguely.
I took a deep breath and looked calmly at Petra. "I'm a person with a really poor memory Thinking about it now, my memories before I was ten have becsomewhat blurred, but there are sthings in my mind that I still remember until now." X
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