A spoilt princess - Chapter 245
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Linda standing near a huge glass widow running from side to side, stood in one place busy facing a very lit room. it was already dark outside but the cosy warmth inside was good enough to melt one’s heart as Linda continued to answere her phone;
“I haven’t seen him, the great one.”
“I will tell you once I find out.”
“I will be home soon.”
“bye.” then Linda put her phone off her ear and turned around.
When do you think of ending that old man’s worries? he can’t take that pressure anymore. move home with me tonight and you two can talk things through. Xia is fine and Ming is awake, just go home and let these upsetting things pass, I don’t like it when you play hard with that old man, he loves you…”
“How’s your father doing?”
“…I…I…I…” Linda wasn’t able to refute the statement, she was just speechless.
“You can leave now, thank you for everything.” Said An kai pointing at the shopping bags on the wooden coffee table and he turned and went in the room opposite leaving Linda all confused, they were talking about the great master just now, when did the conversation get to her dad?
if not mistaken, it was already a month since she last saw her Dad and that annoying assistant of his but it had never crossed her mind that she even had a father to look after. she kept her blank expression until the lights from the room next were turned off that she snapped back and went head to leave unwillingly but still, she was very grateful. atleast in this chaotic week, she had something to smile about…
After An kai took Xia to the hospital, he went back and question the old man but he still said nothing. kept telling him to look for his own truth.
“Look for your own truth, I don’t know why you ended up the way you are and I don’t want you to cause me other guilt, I have enough.” The great master said causing An kai to leave the house. he never stepped back at the hospital nor did he go home. he found a quiet place and kept himself there silently looking into his useless kind of life but Linda still found him anyway. she was now the only person who knew where An kai was but there was no guarantee that she would be the only one.
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Even when Cai acted up and threatened Roline with her spoiled cries, Roline didn’t give her even the slightest glance. she continued to stand as she looked through the glass, kindly doing herself a favour.
“…If mommy wants to act like this then we should just go home, she broke the television, too. who wants to stay here like this? I would rather stay with my Grandpa…” Cai said with a serious look towards Christina.
Christina too had long lost patience but she just had to keep it at that, she looked at Roline’s back for a while before saying softly; If you really want to stay alone here in this kind of state that’s fine, but pretending to be a ghost won’t do. we don’t lack things to do if you think being quiet all through will solve your problems then, fine! taking off the apron and throwing it hard on the sofa Christina got hold of Cai’s hand wanting to leave. she had cooked food for the three of them but now she had to just forget how delicious it was going to taste. she picked her bag and walked towards the door.
“You can only leave once you are done setting everything back to its original position,” Roline said without moving but she was very sure the latter understood. Christina walked back to the well-set dining table hoping to just put everything into the garbage can but Roline read her actions pretty earlier. she dashed onto the table and sat down, and served herself food without bothering with anyone.
Christina: ” … ”
“I am hungry, too,” Cai said looking in Roline’s direction.” she didn’t want to leave her mother but she didn’t like it more when she pretended not to see her. Roline reacting to their leaving gave her cute face some light and she brightened almost instantly, she tried to carry her body onto one of the dining chairs but she couldn’t due to her size.
Christina too, this time didn’t look at Cai, she moved to the next seat and sat comfortably. completely ignoring the letter’s struggle to climb up the chair.