The car was driving under the hot July sun. Tammy kept talking, and it took about ten minutes to finish the story.
âThatâs it. My mother will be very sad every time she mentions this, so please donât ask her about it.â
Ryan rested his elbow on the car window frame, one hand on his chin, and asked thoughtfully, âYou said your brother disappeared shortly after you were born? Did he disappear in this place? Didnât you grow up abroad?â
Tammy blinked and said, justified, âI did grow up abroad.â Ryan smiled and said, âWhat about your dad? Didnât he look for your brother?â
âI donât know, I donât see my daddy very often.â Tammy shrugged with a look of innocence on her face.
âYou donât see your daddy much?â
âYes, he is very busy. Iâve seen him very few times, and we havenât seen each other this year. I donât even remember what he looks like.â
âWhy did your daddy divorce your mommy? Is it because he does not like you?â Ryan suddenly approached Tammy with a curious face, gossiping.
Tammy shrugged her shoulders helplessly and said, âWho said my mommy and daddy divorced? My daddy likes me a lot, he brings me a lot of gifts every time he sees me. I donât really like those things, but theyâre expensive.â
Ryanâs eyes widened as he heard the big gossip and asked, âTheyâre not divorced? Then why do you want Wayne and your mommy to be together?â
Tammy said bluntly, âI like him and want him to be my daddy, and my mommy and daddy rarely see each other anyway. I see that my mommy and Uncle Wayne get along well.â
Ryan nodded, stunned by her logic.
Wayne knocked on the door and went into Matthewâs room. Matthew was sitting by himself on his bed, holding a box of snacks and lost in thought. He saw Wayne coming and immediately acted as if he was not welcome.
Wayne sat down helplessly and said thoughtfully, âMatthew, why did defend her so much simply because she brought you a box of treats? Have you forgotten how many treats Iâve bought you these years? Isnât that a little unfair to me?â
Matthew still looks angry. He wrote on his drawing board, âShe makes good snacks, and you buy bad ones. She is nice to me, but because of you, she doesnât even come to me anymore.â
Seeing this, Wayne frowned and said. âI didnât let her to see you. Thatâs because she didnât take good care of you at all, and made you sick. So, Matthew, sheâs not the best person to be your mother. If you want a mother, I can find you another one.â
Upon hearing this, Matthew immediately became angry. He stared indignantly at Wayne, 25 Points and his face turned red. He kept shaking and shivering for a long time before writing down a line, âItâs not her fault. I didnât go to the hospital because I ate something bad.â
Wayne thought he was joking and said, âCome on, you donât have to speak for her. You can eat the snacks she gave you, but you canât go out alone with her anymore.â
Matthew gritted his teeth in anger. He violently grabbed Wayneâs hand and bit him on the back.
Wayne grunted and dared not shake him off for fear of hurting him. He said unhappily âMatthew, what are you doing?â
Matthew let go of his hand and pointed to the words just written on the drawing board with a fierce look on his face.
Wayne didnât think much about it. He only felt that Matthewâs temper was getting grumpier and grumpier, and he needed to keep him under control.
âWhat interest class do you want to take? Is a sketching class okay? Iâll have the housekeeper sign you up for a class tomorrow.
I need to keep you busy, or youâll always be thinking about it.â
Matthew was so angry that his face turned red, and he threw a pillow at Wayneâs back indignantly. He let out a âHmph!âsound and wrapped himself up in the blanket.
Tammy spent the entire weekend watching Anna.
As soon as Annaâs phone rang, she listened carefully to her call. But two whole days passed and she didnât receive a single call from Wayne.
On Sunday night, Tammy couldnât hold back any longer. She hid in her bedroom and dialed a phone number. As soon as the call was answered, she said urgently, âSir, the relationship between my mommy and Uncle Wright is very bad now.â
On the other end of the line, an old, calm voice said, âOkay, Iâll take care of this.â The next morning.
When Anna first arrived at the hotel, she sensed something unusual about the atmosphere there.
âGood morning, Miss Gabriel.â âGood morning.â
She walked to the office and felt that many people were looking at her. She felt a little puzzled and that she had never been stared at like that. It made her even wonder if she was wearing unmatching shoes or if she had something on her face.
âMiss Gabriel, hello,â John greeted her.
âGood morning. Why do you have that look on your face?â Anna looked at him, frowned, and said *Iâm happy for you. You donât know that yet, do you? Donât be too surprised. Look!â John smiled and stood in the doorway of her office. With that, he pulled open the door.
Her office was filled with roses of all colors. There were flowers almost everywhere, from the desk to the corner, making the office look like a flower store Anna stared wide-eyed and asked, âWhatâs going on?â John smiled and replied, âYou havenât see it yet? Valentineâs Day is coming up, so this must be a surprise from your husband. The roses are perfectly just in time.â
Anna frowned, feeling even more puzzled.
Everyone at the hotel knew she had a child, so they all assumed she had a husband. She didnât explain it to avoid other misunderstandings. So when they saw someone give her so many roses, it made sense for them to think it was from her husband.
only, he would not have sent her so many flowers.
Only after Johnâs reminder did she see the card on the table. âTo Annaâ, the card wrote.
Looking at Johnâs curious expression, Anna hid the card back and said, âGet to work. Donât you have anything to do?â â âHey, I donât want to look at this kind of lovey-dovey stuff yet.â John laughed a few times, then quickly ran off.
Anna was left alone in the office. She slowly opened the card and saw a sentence written by pen: âI apologize for what I said to you a few days ago.â
Anna froze. After she thought about it, she knew who had sent it. It cheered her. She smiled and was deeply touched.