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Yvonne arrived at her father''s ce, carrying the roast duck with her. As soon as she stepped into the living room, a servant quickly approached her. "Ms. Carter, you''re here."
"Where''s my dad?" Yvonne asked.
The servant smiled and replied, "Mr. Carter is upstairs. He''s still busy with some work, and asked me to look after you for now. Please, Ms. Carter, have a seat in the living room."
Yvonne handed over the packaged roast duck. "This is the roast duck I bought for him. It seems to have cooled down a bit, so please heat it up.
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"No need," Yvonne said. "I''ll go upstairs and find my dad to see what he''s busy with."
Just as Yvonne was about to head upstairs, the servant suddenly stopped her. "Wait a moment, Ms. Carter."
"What''s the matter?" Yvonne asked, feeling puzzled. "Why are you stopping me?"
"Mr. Carter is busy upstairs. He said he wants to finish his work quickly, so it''s best not to disturb him. He''ll be down in a little while," the servant exined.
"I won''t disturb him. I just want to check on him and keep himpany." Yvonne insisted on going upstairs.
The servant took a step back, looking troubled. "Ms. Carter, it''s better if you don''t disturb Mr. Carter. Otherwise, he''ll be upset."
"I''m just here to see my dad and keep himpany while he works. Why would he be upset? Step aside."
The servant''s insistence only heightened Yvonne''s curiosity. She grew even more determined to go upstairs, wanting to find out what her father was busy with that was so secretive. They were family, after all. What could be so confidential that even she wasn''t allowed to know?
Just as the servant was feeling conflicted, Geoffrey walked down the stairs. He was dressed in a neatly pressed gray loungewear set, looking clean and tidy, with a faint scent of body wash lingering around him.
It was clear that he had just taken a shower. This attire made her father look several years younger.
"Dad, did you take a shower?" Yvonne asked, noticing the scent of body wash.
Geoffrey gave a soft grunt of acknowledgment. "I was feeling a bit tired from working and started sweating, so I took a shower."
Yvonne noticed that her father''s face looked somewhat fatigued. "How long have you been working? You look a bit worn out."
Geoffrey smiled. "A few hours, I suppose. Yes, it''s been tiring."
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Yvonne suddenly noticed faint scratch marks on her father''s neck. She furrowed her brow in confusion, but didn''t ask about it.
She nced upstairs before saying, "Dad, I bought your favorite roast duck."
"You''re such a good daughter," Geoffrey said, gently patting her shoulder. "They say daughters are like warm little jackets, and it''s absolutely true." "Of course, Dad. It''s been a long time since we''ve had a proper chat. Let''s sit down and catch up."
Yvonne linked her arm through her father''s as they sat on the couch. Geoffrey also instructed the kitchen to prepare dinner.
"Vonnie, did you reallye all this way just to have a chat with me?" Geoffrey asked. Given how sharp he was, he quickly noticed something was amiss.
Yvonne knew her father was clever, and she dared not hide the truth. "Dad, to be honest, I came here today because I wanted to ask you about Mom."
Geoffrey''s smile gradually faded as he heard this.
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"Dad, I know that. But why are you and Mom getting divorced? Is it because you no longer love each other?"
Geoffrey sighed softly. "Sometimes,
it''s not just about love. Your mother and I... We simply can''t live together anymore. Getting a divorce is better for both of us. You and Sebastian are grownups now, so try to understand your parents, alright?"