Chapter 22 The Two Voice Slowly Ovepped
That night, at Crawford Manor.
The whole family was having dinner, but Luke Crawford was not there.
Allison Tanner put a piece of cucumber into Lanie’s bowl and then one into Rainie’s bowl. “Grandma just
wants what’s good for you. You have to eat some even if you don’t like it. You’re growing kids, and you
don’t want to stay short forever, do you?”
Everyone else at the table was eating.
nche looked at the cucumber in his bowl and put it into his mouth, eating it obediently. After that, he
raised his head and looked at his grandmother. “Grandma, why don’t you eat onions?”
There was a tter of stir-fried onions on the table. nche and his sister both loved them, as did Great-
grandpa. Uncle Louis and Grandma Susan liked onions too. Only Grandma did not like them.
She would always push the stir-fried onions far, far away from her.
Grandma always said that the stench made her lose her appetite.
Before Allison could say anything, Susan Armstrong subtly harrumphed. “That’s a hussy for you. So
many demands.”
Old Master Crawford could hear perfectly well. When he heard what she said, he frowned and coughed
as a warning to his daughter-inw, Susan. He was telling her not to pick fights at the dinner table.
Susan raised a brow and continued eating. She did not think she said anything wrong, but she knew
where her limits were, so she stopped.
Allison had also heard that jibe, of course, but she ignored it. Instead, she graciously turned back to the
children and said, “I don’t ear onions because it’s a hereditary thing. Myte father didn’t eat onions
either.”
“Oh, I see!” nche struggled with his chopsticks as he said, “I know a prettydy who doesn’t eat
onions either.”
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Allison smiled.
There were so many people in the world who did not eat onions.
The same went with coriander. Plenty of people avoided it.
After dinner, the two kids went out to y. Once the sky turnedpletely dark, they obediently went
upstairs, cleaning up and going to sleep.
…
It was a very long night.
Bianca was lost in her dreams, tossing and turning in bed.
In her dreams, there was the sshing of water. Luke was bathing, and she opened the door, walking up
to him from behind. She pressed her body against his back, hugging his well-toned waist.
He turned around and lowered his head, leaving a string of hickeys on the side of her neck.
She raised her head, wanting more.
His heavy panting and bold touch all over her skin made her shudder. Her hair was drenched in sweat,
sticking to her face as she withstood the unbearable heat.
Her tense body began to tremble.
She backed away, but Luke honed in on her. Their gazes met for a second, and then their lips crashed
into each other, their tongues dancing.
An unspeakable sound leaked from between her lips. Her body felt like it was bobbing on waves, going
up and down. When she opened her eyes, she could clearly see the man’sshes, so thick that even
women would envy him.
All of a sudden, the scene changed.
The middle-aged tycoon waved at her, his expression full of disgusting lust.
“Ah!” Bianca sat up in bed.
Her chest rose and fell heavily. She was scared out of her wits.
After a long while, she finally heaved a sigh of relief. She knew now that it was all just a phantasmal
dream.
Thank goodness.
Thank goodness it was a dream.
It was night out in A City, and there were no stars to be seen anywhere in the sky. Half of Bianca’s
consciousness was still trapped in her dreams, and she could not get out of it.
Ever since she saw that middle-aged tycoon on the TV five years ago, she would always automatically
rece her baby’s father’s face with that tycoon’s.
Her baby was part of her, connected to her by flesh and blood. Bianca could not forget about her
completely, but whenever she thought of her baby, she would remember that tycoon’s greasy, weaselly
face.
He was just so horrifying to look at.
This was not the first time she had been haunted by such dreams.
She had tried going to a therapist when she was overseas, and for a while there, she did stop dreaming
about that tycoon.
After that, though, the nightmares returned.
Bianca did not know if she would be tormented like this for the rest of her life.
All of this had be the past in real life, so why did it continue to gue her in her dreams?
She tried her best to forget, but to no avail.
Bianca turned her face toward the window and took a few deep breaths, looking at the window. She was
trying to bring her mind back to reality as soon as possible.
The next second, though, she remembered something Luke had said to her during the day.
He had said, “What are you thinking about? Why are you crying?”
Bianca could not help but dig her fingers into her sheets beneath her. In the throes of passion, that man
five years ago had said hoarsely, “Your legs… Spread them for me…”
The two voices slowly ovepped in her mind.
Just then, there was a sh of lightning outside. The white light illuminated Bianca’s face, and then the
large raindrops gradually fell. A strong gust of wind blew, and the rain pattered against her bedroom
window.
Defeated, Bianca burst into tears.
‘This is your life, just admit it. Admit that you had slept with a middle-aged tycoon when you were
eighteen, selling out your body to save your dearest family…
‘You hate that middle-aged tycoon, so very much. That’s why you subconsciously seek out another
man’s voice, hoping that it was him instead…’
…
The next day, nche went to his sister’s room first thing in the morning.
“Rainie, why do you think Dad was hugging Miss Bea yesterday?”
“Dad was hugging Miss Bea?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, maybe he was hitting Miss Bea. Why else would she cry?”
“Why would he hit Miss Bea, though?”
“Because she was picky. She didn’t eat her onions!”
“...”
nche’s brain was a convoluted mess right now. Dad had spanked Miss Bea because she was picky
and did not eat her onions? Was that why Miss Bea was crying?
“I have to ask Dad when I get the chance.” nche looked quite worried. “Maybe I should sit him down
for a proper talk. He’s a man, so he should be gentler when ites to women.”
“Look at you, worrying so much about Dad…” Rainie sighed sadly, so disappointed in her father.
Luke only returned to the manor early the next morning.
He went upstairs to take a shower. When he took off his tie, he saw a cartoon post-it note on his
bathroom door. Written in somewhat crooked handwriting was, “Dad, you should be more of a
gentleman.”
Luke put the note down after he read it.
Meanwhile, nche hade to his father’s bedroom when he heard thetter’s movement.
Looking at his father, standing two meters away from him, the boy asked cautiously, “Dad, I have a
question to ask you.”
Luke was not acting strict for once, nodding. “Go ahead.”
“Rainie said you beat Miss Bea and made her cry because she didn’t eat her onions…” nche knew
that he should not tell his father off, but his father was going to get even worse if he did not. Gathering
his courage, nche blinked as he taught his father a lesson, “People are born equal, free, and
independent. There are no exceptions. Miss Bea just chose not to eat onions. She can’t be considered
picky if she has a few dislikes. And you can’t subject Miss Bea to your personal tyranny!
“Besides, Miss Bea isn’t your kid, unlike us. You’re feeding and raising us, so we have to obey you.”
The boy had all sorts of points to reason with his father.
“You said that you two are my kids, and I’m feeding you, so you have to obey me.” Luke tried to teach his
son a lesson in life too. “In that case, if I’m supposed to feed and keep her until she’s old and bent, for
even longer than I’m supposed to support you two, does that mean she’s also supposed to obey me, just
like you two?”
nche looked at his father and scratched his head. “I guess so, but…”
Luke went into the bathroom. He was not going to keep discussing these adult problems with the child.