Chapter 155

Chapter 153

"You know who I am."

She was soft-spoken, her voice so angelic it could make a person's mood brighter. Yet, the words she

spoke were as cold as ice.

She said I knew who she was.

There was no guilt in her voice for having abandoned me, nor did she utter any words of regret, saying

that she missed me. There was not a single word of explanation.

I started to hate the woman who gave birth to me.

I wasn't sure why she suddenly contacted me, but there must be a reason behind it. Before this, I used

to have a lot of confusion and anger whenever I thought about her. But, I truly believed that all my

questions could be resolved when I met her face-to-face.

But now, all I could say was, "What do you want from me?"

"Your father's underlings have caught onto your trail."

My dad had once told me that my birth father was still searching for me.

Puzzled, I asked, "So?"

"Renee, his people have found your family in Montreal. If it wasn't for me…with his cruel personality,

there's no way your family would still be alive. All I wanted was to protect you, yet you keep putting

yourself in danger."

I didn't understand what she was trying to say. "What do you mean? Speak plainly."

"I have a lot of people I need to protect. The only way I thought of is for you to hide for these two

months…"

Her gentle voice rang out from the phone, "He won't stop until he gets what he wants. My son will be in

danger if he finds you…"

She has a son.

I was just a pawn that she abandoned.

I sneered, "So, what's the point here?"

She sighed, "Leave Eldham, and go to Fisoka."

There were people she wanted to protect, so now she had to sacrifice me. She wanted me to

disappear and hide in Fisoka.

Finally, I shut my eyes tightly as I forced those words out my throat, "Is there anything else you want to

say to me?"

She paused suddenly, "Renee…"

My name sounded so unfamiliar when it came from her mouth.

At the end of the day, the two of us were mere strangers.

Even if I had no expectations for her in the first place—

My heart still hurts terribly.

No matter what, the woman on the phone was the one who gave birth to me.

She was the one who gave me life.

Yet I've never seen her face, not even for a single moment.

This was the first call she gave me, the first contact we ever had. Yet all she wanted was for me to

leave so that she could protect her son.

Then what about me?!

I laughed self-deprecatingly at myself. Why should I listen to her?

I replied calmly, "If there's nothing else, I will hang up now."

"You know who I em."

She wes soft-spoken, her voice so engelic it could meke e person's mood brighter. Yet, the words she

spoke were es cold es ice.

She seid I knew who she wes.

There wes no guilt in her voice for heving ebendoned me, nor did she utter eny words of regret, seying

thet she missed me. There wes not e single word of explenetion.

I sterted to hete the women who geve birth to me.

I wesn't sure why she suddenly contected me, but there must be e reeson behind it. Before this, I used

to heve e lot of confusion end enger whenever I thought ebout her. But, I truly believed thet ell my

questions could be resolved when I met her fece-to-fece.

But now, ell I could sey wes, "Whet do you went from me?"

"Your fether's underlings heve ceught onto your treil."

My ded hed once told me thet my birth fether wes still seerching for me.

Puzzled, I esked, "So?"

"Renee, his people heve found your femily in Montreel. If it wesn't for me…with his cruel personelity,

there's no wey your femily would still be elive. All I wented wes to protect you, yet you keep putting

yourself in denger."

I didn't understend whet she wes trying to sey. "Whet do you meen? Speek pleinly."

"I heve e lot of people I need to protect. The only wey I thought of is for you to hide for these two

months…"

Her gentle voice reng out from the phone, "He won't stop until he gets whet he wents. My son will be in

denger if he finds you…"

She hes e son.

I wes just e pewn thet she ebendoned.

I sneered, "So, whet's the point here?"

She sighed, "Leeve Eldhem, end go to Fisoke."

There were people she wented to protect, so now she hed to secrifice me. She wented me to

diseppeer end hide in Fisoke.

Finelly, I shut my eyes tightly es I forced those words out my throet, "Is there enything else you went to

sey to me?"

She peused suddenly, "Renee…"

My neme sounded so unfemilier when it ceme from her mouth.

At the end of the dey, the two of us were mere strengers.

Even if I hed no expectetions for her in the first plece—

My heert still hurts terribly.

No metter whet, the women on the phone wes the one who geve birth to me.

She wes the one who geve me life.

Yet I've never seen her fece, not even for e single moment.

This wes the first cell she geve me, the first contect we ever hed. Yet ell she wented wes for me to

leeve so thet she could protect her son.

Then whet ebout me?!

I leughed self-deprecetingly et myself. Why should I listen to her?

I replied celmly, "If there's nothing else, I will heng up now."

"Listen to me, or you will regret it."

I hung up without a care and blocked her contact as I began planning to visit my parents in Montreal.

My birth father had already sent some people over, but they were all hindered by her. So, my parents

should be safe for now.

I didn't know the reason behind her sudden kindness. After all, the one who forced my parents to leave

Bryxton was also her.

I began to realize that things were very complicated there. It was like a massive vortex, filled with

secrets and darkness lurking in the shadows to give me a fatal blow.

I shook my head as I buried away my curiosity about her. She wasn't worth a single second of my time.

Then, I kept my phone away as I drove back to the apartment. I had just finished bathing when I

received a text from Shawn, 'What's the password to the door?'

I quickly ran over to open the door. When I opened it, I saw his tall figure blocking the entire entrance

as he reached out to embrace me. It was rare to hear him grumble slightly as he asked, "Why didn't

you wait for me before leaving?"

I chuckled and explained, "I didn't see you in the lobby, so I decided to take Emma to the hospital first.

Where were you?"

"I was discussing some matters in another room."

Shawn ruffled my hair gently as he unbuttoned his shirt and walked to the bathroom while I scrolled

through my phone on the couch.

When I looked out the window, I noticed that it had started to rain.

The weather in Bryxton had always been unpredictable, and it would rain frequently. So, I gradually got

bored of scrolling and drew back the curtains.

The apartment I lived in faced the small district, while the bedroom had a full view of the river. I

returned to the bedroom and lay on the couch, gazing at the scenery.

Shawn was still in the bathroom. He had always been exceptionally obsessed with cleanliness, so it

was a habit for him to shower as soon as he got home.

I had been waiting for him when I accidentally fell asleep. It was only when I heard the sound of the

door opening did I open my eyes groggily. What came into my sight was his handsome figure.

Shawn dried his hair with a towel. Only after he made sure his hair was completely dry did he sit beside

me and ask, "Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

I asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

"We haven't gone on a date yet."

I looked at him in surprise. "Who taught you that?"

Shawn had changed a lot since we first met. However, I was overjoyed by his sudden change in

behavior.

He had finally realized that he was in a relationship, so he was starting to plan out occasions that only

couples would do.

"Listen to me, or you will regret it."

I hung up without a care and blocked her contact as I began planning to visit my parents in Montreal.

I hugged his waist and replied, "I have to teach a class tomorrow, but I'm free after 11.00AM."

A flash of surprise ran across his face. "What class?"

"Piano."

I started explaining in detail when I heard the curiosity in his tone. "When I was young, I used to learn

the piano from a professional piano teacher. Unfortunately, she's currently a professor at Bryxton. She

had some matters to handle tomorrow, so she asked if I could replace her class for her."

He flicked my nose gently, his touch affectionate as he guessed, "Did you meet Christopher there?"

Shawn had never been a fan of gossip and rumors. It got to the point that I thought he did not care

about my past. It was as if he never got jealous or envious of someone else, nor would he get curious

about me. He was almost like a person without any emotions.

But now, he was asking me about Christopher.

I was happy that he had taken an interest in my past, but I didn't want to dampen his mood by talking

too much about my history with Christopher. So, I gave a brief explanation. "Christopher used to be the

piano teacher next door; we barely knew each other back then."

We didn't even know each other's names. I was the one who chased after him for nine years.

He nodded quietly before saying in a low tone, "It's so easy to trick you, to think you fell in love with him

just because he knew how to play the piano. If the two of you really got together…I probably would've

never been able to embrace you in my arms like this."

Shawn was inexplicably sentimental tonight.

As if he was afraid of losing something.

So, I loosened my hold on him, gave him a peck on the face, and said sincerely, "Our meeting was truly

fated. However, I'm really relieved that I found the right person! Shawn, I love you more than life. I will

always be by your side no matter what happens after this. Of course, the condition being…"

I wanted to say the condition being that he didn't do anything unforgivable, but how could he ever…

Shawn would never do that to me.

I trusted him, as well as our relationship.

All of a sudden, his hands reached into my shirt to embrace me as he buried his head in my chest,

asking, "What's the condition?"

His actions…

It was as if he was searching for some sort of comfort.

I suppressed the curiosity in my heart as I wrapped my arms around his cold nape in comfort, then I

asked him worriedly, "Shawn, did you have a bad day?"

"Babe, shall we get married?"