Whose Fault Is It?
As our conversation continued, we lost track of time. Carol eventually came to remind me, “Ms. Chloe,
it’s almost time to leave. Are you still nning to attend the reception?”
After a brief moment of contemtion, I decided that we should get ready to go together. Carol nced
at Grayson, her face slightly flushed. I didn’t dwell on the subtleties of their interaction and promptly told
Grayson, “I’ll head home first.”
I went downstairs and quickly left the office before rush hour began. On the way home, I mulled over
the various possibilities rted to the ident.
Either it was Celine’s doing, trying to stop him from going abroad, or As had orchestrated it to trap
Celine. The third possibility was that there was another force, like the three factions mentioned online,
before the shareholders‘ meeting.
I cursed my involvement in such aplex situation and wished for a simpler life.
Then again, how could he not fight back if someone keeps pushing him to his limits? Just like Matthew,
he took half of my asset and gave it to someone else.
I parked my car and sat there in a daze, recalling the humiliations Matthew subjected me to before our
divorce.
Then, I thought about Celine’s actions, and As’s statement about the ne crash didn’t seem so
straightforward.
It made me shiver. If what As said was true, that the ne crash was orchestrated, then what
significance did this minor car ident hold?
It seemed that As’s car switch was a very clever move indeed.
Suddenly, someone knocked on my car window. Startled, I looked out and saw my mother, who had
picked up Ava from kindergarten.
“Mommy! Why didn’t you get out of the car? My daughter’s sweet voice rang out.
I quickly reached over, opened the car door, and kissed her little cheek. “Baby, are you done with
school?
“Mommy, today I performed in a show. I’m going to perform in school tool Today was the rehearsal!”
She
said it excitedly.
Really? My daughter’s going to perform?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
“Yes! My ssmates even rmended that I sing!” She chatted on.
I exined to my mother that I was going to the reception and returned to change clothes.
“You’re not having dinner at home again?” My mom seemed a bit unhappy. “You’re hardly here!”
“I’ll have dinner when Ie home tonight! Just save me some food!” I smiled awkwardly. It was true
that I had beening home less frequently for meals.
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“Mommy, are you still going out?” My daughter turned to look at me. “Are you going to see Uncle As?
Why hasn’t hee to our house for so long? Is he on a business trip abroad again?”
Her innocent voice was sweet, but the questions were sharp. I didn’t even know how to answer her.
“He’s still recovering from an illness. He hasn’tpletely gotten better yet!” It was the only lie I could
muster.
“Can Mommy take Ava to see Uncle at the hospital?” She stopped abruptly, looking at me solemnly.
I suddenly realized that this excuse was terrible and quickly said, “He’s not in a hospital in the country!
When hees back, Mommy will take you to see him.”
Ava finally relented and skipped into the house. My mother asked, “Is Mr. As not better yet?”
“He’ll be soon!‘ I assured her.
I went upstairs and changed into a business suit instead of a formal dress. After all, I was a
businesswoman, not an actress. This reception was originally a thank–you event for old clients, and I
felt
no need to be overly shy.
After a quick touch–up of makeup, I looked a bit more refreshed. I picked up a small handbag and
ced my phone inside before heading downstairs.
I then realized that Ryan was already waiting for me and chatting with my parents. Ryan was
universally appealing. His gentle demeanor made everyone feel at ease.
He stood up, said his goodbyes to my parents, and we walked out together.
Ava called out from behind me, “Mommy,e back soon! I’ll wait for you to tell me stories!”
“Alright!” I replied, waving to her.
My mom apanied me to the door, watching us enter the car and drive away, I knew what she was
thinking, but my mind was elsewhere.