Seeing that it was Matthew, Samuel felt even more anxious, not knowing if it was because he had done âsomething wrongâ.
âWhy are you here?â
Matthew walked in, and ignored his question. He sat down next to his bed, Samuel just wanted to pull away, but instead he was hugged by Matthew on his shoulder, âYou really donât like me?â
âNo.â Samuel quickly denied.
âI know everything you saidâ¦â
âWhat are you talking about I donât understand!â
Before Matthew could finish his words, he was anxiously interrupted by Samuel.
His small hands that were on the bed gripped his sheet tightly, the clean crisp sheets crumpled.
He had done it all so discreetly, how was Matthew to know anything?
Matthew bristled at him, âYouâre using Charles to pick a fight with me over your mom, arenât you?â
Samuelâs eyes widened, his little face scrunched up, his features twisted comically. How could this guy know that he had used Charles to fight him for Mom?
âYouâre my son.â Matthew said earnestly.
Your favorite tales are on gαâηÏνððsâ¤Ã§Ð¾nn He had found out from Charles that Dolores and he had divorced at birth, so he had known immediately that it was Samuel who had told Charles.
Dolores would not have said these things, indeed, there were not many people who knew, even Boyce and Armand did not understand the details of this.
Samuel pursed his lips and remained silent, but he obviously agreed silently.
He could hide from everyone, but he couldnât hide from Matthew.
Maybe they were connected by blood, their thinking was on the same wavelength, so it could be easily guessed by the other party what he wanted to do.
âAre you angry?â Samuel lowered his head, wringing his fingers.
Matthew looked down and watched his actions, his lips turned up slightly, âIâm not angry, Iâm just comforted, that you know how to use others to achieve your goal, thatâs good.â
Samuelâs jaw almost dropped, what?
He almost stared at his father with a look of disbelief.
âThe highest stage of achieving your goals, is that you didnât participate at all, but you got what you wanted. Even if you didnât do it very cleverly, and it was discovered by me. But by having these ideas, it means youâre not too stupid.â
When Matthew said this, he looked especially serious. But looking closely at the corners of his eyes and his eyebrows, you could tell that they carried a hint of laughter.
Samuel was only five years old, and he could think of all this, and carry it out, this was considered very clever.
The reason he didnât praise him obviously was to let him know that all this was not enough.
If he praised him obviously, he feared he would be too proud.
Samuel gave a snort, unhappy at Matthewâs judgment of him. Everyone who had interacted with him said he was smart and adorable, and loved him to pieces, why when it came to his lips had he become not too stupid?
Not too stupid?
Did this mean he was the smartest of all the stupid?
He decided not to admit Matthewâs comments, âOf course Iâm not stupid, want to make a bet?â.
Matthew nodded, very interested in his sonâs suggestion, curious to see what he had to say, âWhat do you want to bet?â
âI bet you wonât win Mom over.â Samuel raised his head, annoyed at Matthewâs ânot so stupidâ.
Humph, he swore, I wonât let him have Mom back so easily!
This man was too cocky!
Matthew pursed his lips tightly, after looking at him for a moment, he opened his mouth, âDo you really want that cripple to be with your mom?â
Samuel replied, âA cripple is at least better than a soulless one.â Matthew was speechless.
Was he saying he had no heart?
âSonâ¦â
âIâm tired.â Samuel shooed his visitor away, obviously unwilling to listen any longer.
To stop Matthew from talking further, Samuel crawled into his bed, pulled the blanket over himself and closed his eyes, pretending he had fallen asleep.
âI know youâre not asleep, regardless of what you think, when Mom and I divorced in the past, I really didnât do it on purpose. At the time, I didnât know that â she was pregnant.â
Itâs not that I didnât know she was pregnant, itâs that I didnât know she was carrying his children.
But I couldnât tell her.
Getting pregnant before she was married, it wouldnât be good to tell the children this, it wouldnât be good for Doloresâ name.
âNot knowing we existed is not an excuse, since you married her, you have to be responsible to her, how can you leave her, how can you divorce her, if you donât like her, then why marry her in the past, why?â Samuel snorted in anger, letting out everything in his heart, âI hate that you are like this, mom taught us since we were little, as a man, we have to be responsible, we canât lie, we canât hurt others, but what have you done?â
There were hundreds and thousands of explanations, but Matthew had none coming out of his mouth.
Did he tell Samuel, that his marriage to Dolores in the past was just a transaction?
Did he tell Samuel, that he and Simona were conceived before Doloresâ marriage?
In this way, it would also be hurtful.
Matthew covered his blanket for him, âThe weather is turning cold, cover your blanket well for the night.â
Samuel became angry, turned furiously with his back to him, expressing his displeasure.
Matthew sighed, and covered his back with the blanket, âIf you donât want your mom to see you sick when she goes out, then cover your blanket well.â
Samuel was still unwilling, but he no longer opened his sheets, covering them tightly.
Matthew had found his weak spot.
He wouldnât let his mother worry about him.
Thatâs why he covered his blanket well.
Three days later.
Dolores was working on the procedure of making thread cloth, when suddenly the old man called out to her, âFollow me.â
âWhere to?â Dolores was working hard and seemed to have hit on the key to making the fragrant cloud yarn. She was on a roll and didnât want to leave.
âYouâll know if you follow me.â The old man didnât clarify what they were doing, and neither did he explain, finishing his words, he headed for the door.
Dolores suddenly remembered that he had mentioned that her sister was coming. Suddenly feeling alert, she left the work at hand, got up and followed him out.
There was a gate leading out of the back yard, it was bumpy, the muddy path was winding, occasionally there were weeds that got tangled in her legs. But fortunately the road was not long, about ten minutes later, they reached the main road, but it was also a mud road not very wide, it was incomparable with the wide tar road of the city.
What confused Dolores was that she had been here for more than ten days, everything around the log cabin was very simple. But when they reached the side of the road, she saw a shiny black car standing there, it was a sleek and stylish Rolls Royce.
He couldnât help but turn his head to ask the old man, âMaster, is it yours?â.
The old man shook his head, âNo, itâs my sisterâs, sheâs waiting for us, letâs get in the car.â
Doloresâ heart was pumping, but to find out what was going on, she bent her body and got into the car.
The car left very soon, followed this narrow concrete road and headed inland, the trees in the mountains were lush. Although it was almost winter, but there were still many plants that were green throughout the seasons, their foliage was lush, shading the sunlight. The further they went in, the cooler it felt.
After about half an hour, the car finally stopped.
In front of them was a vast, single, grandiose quadrangle.
It was the complete opposite of the log cabin.
Dolores got out of the car and stood in front of the door, raising her head to look up, âWhereâs this?â
The old man was also standing in front of the door, both hands behind his back, looking at the house. âThe former residence of the Forbis Family.â
âThe Forbis Family?â Dolores had always called the old man as Master, she didnât even know his real name.
âYes, my name is Kevin Forbis, my sister is Victoria Forbis.â
Boom.
Dolores felt as if her brain was about to explode.
Even though she had guessed it, when she heard this name, she was still very surprised.
Victoria? Victoria Forbis?
Were they the same person?
If they were, how many secrets were hidden here?
âFollow me, donât let me wait too long.â
Kevin went in first, and when Dolores came to her senses, she quickly followed.
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