Chapter 443 Mother Was Still Angry
My mother was angry with me, so…
“Boom…” In the days of March, it was the season of overflowing spring rain. After several peals of thunder, the dark sky began to drizzle.
It was already cold, but when the light rain started to fall, it became even colder, making people shiver uncontrollably.
When Stanley left, he left me his phone. But at this hour, everyone was deep in their dreams. It would be disturbing to call anyone, let alone the fact that I seemed to have no one to contact anymore, I didn’t know since when.
Crouched outside the gate of the Conner’s place, I tried to find a spot where the rain couldn’t reach me, curling up my b*dy to keep myself as warm as possible. Just a few hours, and it would be dawn.
However, I didn’t know if it was because the night was too dark and too cold, but these few short hours felt particularly unbearable to me.
I didn’t know how much time had pa*sed, the drizzling rain had turned into a downpour. Despite my best efforts to curl up, my clothes were still splashed wet, and my b*dy was chillingly cold.
Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the sky to start getting light, and gradually, people and vehicles began to move outside.
Thus, in such a disheveled state, it was quite difficult for me not to attract strange glances from pa*sersby. When I met their gazes, I tried my best to appear less disheveled.
This voice… it wasn’t my mother’s!
e yard, “Coming, coming.”
As I was hesitating, the front door was opened, revealing a beautiful face – Marjorie.
Seeing her, I was stunned, and she was obviously taken aback too. Then she pulled a smile and said to me, “Ms. Conner, you’re here.”
She said, “You came,” not “You came back.”
I felt a vague discomfort in my heart, just wondering, how could she be at the Conner’s place. Watching her nod slightly, thinking of Walter, I couldn’t help but ask, “Is Walter okay?”
She gave a slight nod, still standing at the door, showing no intention of letting me in.
“Marjorie, who is it? Is it Alexander?” came the voice of the mother from the yard.
It had been too long since I heard her voice, a slight bitterness filled my heart. I wanted to call out to her, but for some reason, my voice choked in my throat.
Upon hearing her mother’s voice, Marjorie finally moved aside, turning back towards the yard and saying, “Godmother, it’s not Alexander.”
“If not him, then who…” Mother’s words disappeared as soon as she saw it.
Our eyes met, and the longing that had accumulated over the days came rushing in like a flood Looking at my mother, my eyes stung
with tears, and my throat choked up, leaving me unable to speak.
Mother seemed to have lost weight, her face a bit more haggard.
“Mom!” It took me a while to find my voice. I wanted to go up and hug her, and tell her about all the things I had encountered while I was
away.
Unwillingly, I had just taken a step when her face fell. She looked at me and said coldly, “Don’t call me mom, I’m not your mom, Tabatha. You forgot, two months ago, how you knelt before me and told me that we were no longer mother and daughter.”
The hand I had extended remained stiffly in place. A pang of pain hit my heart and I forcibly withdrew my hand. Looking at her cold, hard expression, I slowly retracted the foot that had initially stepped. through the door.
At that time, I thought I would never have the chance to come back in my lifetime, so I said those harsh words. I was also afraid that Ezra would use her to blackmail me, so I did what I did. Now that I can come back, it’s something I never expected myself.
“Mom…”
“Marjorie, close the door, we don’t welcome strangers in our home.” Without giving me any chance to speak, my mother left these words and turned to enter the hall.
I stood still, watching her receding figure, feeling as if a sharp blade was repeatedly slashing across my heart.
“Ms. Conner, I’m sorry.” Marjorie looked at me, her face showing difficulty as she slowly closed the door.
The cold wind blew in gusts, as I stared at the icy iron gate in front of me, I couldn’t even shed a tear. I had never thought that coming back
ATE
would result in this.
“Tabatha.” A voice came from behind. I numbly turned around to see. it was Alexander.
He was still as handsome as ever. Seeing me, he took a few steps towards me, joyfully exclaiming, “When did you come back? Why didn’t you tell me?”
After speaking, he furrowed his brows, looking at my thin, damp clothes, and said helplessly, “Why are your clothes all wet? Your b*dy is so cold, are you trying to kill yourself by wearing so little?”
