Chapter 431: Triplet’s Mighty Mom Chapter 431

Chapter 431 Don't You Want to know the Truth?

Besides, his mother is somebody who has been hidden away for so many years! How can I, who just

became his girlfriend not long ago, meet her so soon?! What if we break up in the future?! Wouldn't

I spill the beans on where his mother is hidden if somebody threatens me? No, I can't meet her!

Definitely not! “No way, I'm not mentally prepared for it.” Silas laughed out loud. “It's not like I'm

asking you to marry me tomorrow; what do you need to be mentally prepared for? Don’t worry; my

mother is very easy to get along with!” When he saw that Camila was still hesitating, he added, “To

be honest, I wanted to ask you for a favor too. After the car accident, the nerves in my mother's legs

were damaged. Even now, she has trouble walking. If you go, it's a good chance for you to examine

her too!” Upon hearing that, Camila Ifell silent. By the time Brian woke up, it was already the next

morning. Looking around, he discovered that he was in Camila’s house. Moreover, Silas was

sleeping on the sofa next to him. Does that mean we slept over at her house? Rubbing his sore

neck, he immediately recalled the events of yesterday. Thus, his anger flared up uncontrollably

again. Sitting up, he heard Silas's voice before he could even move. “Keep your voice down. Camila

and her son are still asleep!” Then, he glared at Silas furiously, only to realize that Silas had yet to

even open his eyes. The anger boiling inside him had nowhere to go. Although he didn't argue with

Silas, he didn't want to stay under the same roof as Silas. Thus, he put on his shoes to leave.

Before he took more than two steps, he heard Silas saying in a lazy voice, “Don't you want to know

the truth?”

Brian stopped in his tracks and glanced back at Silas. “Are you going to justify yourself again?” At

that moment, Silas slowly opened his eyes. “I'm not justifying anything. If you want to know the

truth, then come with us later!” Brian subconsciously put his guard up. “Where to?” The corners of

Silas's mouth lifted into a mocking smile. “What else can I do to you?” Brian retorted, “You're

somebody who can even kill your own mother! What can't you do to me?” He knew that if he said

that, Silas would become angry. However, he refused to let things go Silas's way. Just as he

expected, Silas looked furious upon hearing those words. Then, Silas sighed. After a long while, he

slowly uttered, “That's enough. Don't Jook at me with that expression as if I owe you something. I

will tell you everything

today.”

Brian narrowed his eyes in response. “About what?” : Silas stood up. “You'll know when you get

there.” After saying that, he headed into the kitchen. Last night, he had soaked the rice well. So, he

pressed the button on the rice cooker to make congee. Then, he went to the fridge and took out the

ingredients to prepare breakfast. At first, Brian planned to leave. However, it felt as if his legs were

caught by tree roots-he could not move no matter what he did. Looking at the figure busy working

in the kitchen, his emotions slowly calmed down and he began to wonder whether the words Isaac

said could be trusted. Would a man willing to cook for his wife and child in the kitchen really be a

murderer who killed his own mother? Should I investigate this some more before I decide on

anything? After all, what I learned last night was so difficult to accept that I lost control of my

emotions. Just then, the door to the bedroom opened with a soft click, and he glanced in the

direction of the sound. Camila was wearing fluffy, pink pajamas as she walked out of the bedroom.

Her face was bare without any traces of makeup. Then, she greeted him softly and sleepily. Her

voice was still hoarse from sleep as she said, “Good morning, Brian.” She was treating him as usual.

On the other hand, Brian stood there awkwardly and responded vaguely, “Good morning.” She

didn't stay for long in the living room. Instead, she went directly into the kitchen and leaned close to

Silas. “What is my boyfriend making for breakfast?” Silas placed the things in his hands down and

turned around. Hugging her, he kissed her on the forehead. Then, he held her as he said, “I was

thinking of making sauteed spinach with garlic, radish soup with vermicelli, congee, hard-boiled

eggs...”