Chapter 230: Chapter 230



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Those days when Dolores was ‘locked’ in the backyard, the two children almost got used to the life there, every day after eating, they took a walk around the village, there were beautiful mountains and clear water, the air was also fresh, they experienced the village life there as if they were on vacation.

Yesterday, Simona heard an old woman say that there were wild persimmons on the west side of the mountain, they were all ripe in that season, she also thought about that, she had eaten all the fruits, but she had never gone up the mountain to pick them, that’s very rare, that’s why she kept asking Matthew to take her there.

Matthew almost never refused his children’s request, so he took the two children and the bodyguard up the mountain first thing in the morning after breakfast, Boyce also followed, Armand and Theresa stayed behind to defend the ‘position’ Charles did not go up the mountain because of his ability to walk.

Dolores went out the back door, the front yard was really empty, Charles went to take care of company business, Armand was chasing Theresa, not sure where he picked up a bunch of wild chrysanthemums, Theresa was squatting by the river while washing the two children’s clothes, the river water was clear, it was only a little cold during that season, but there is no way to use washing machines there, so she had to wash it with her hands.

Armand slyly poked his head out from behind her back and handed her the flower, “Smells good, doesn’t it?”.

Theresa glared at him, “Go away, can’t you see I’m washing my clothes?” she looked at him as she said that, and then sneered, “You give me chrysanthemums, are you cursing me to death?”.

Normally, the flower women most wanted to receive was something romantic like roses and lilies, I had never seen someone give chrysanthemums.

Armand lowered his head in embarrassment, looking at the small purple and pink chrysanthemums, he blinked, they were quite beautiful, in the mountains and in that season, there were only flowers like that.

“I didn’t mean to curse you to death.” Armand felt aggrieved, he really didn’t mean it.

In a fit of anger, Armand casually threw the small brightly colored chrysanthemums into the river, he added some colors to the river for no reason.

“Armand, do you want to die?” Theresa frowned as she pointed to the river, “Such clear water, how can you throw things into it, isn’t it pollution?” Armand was speechless.

Damn it.

Why was everything he was doing wrong?

That wasn’t even harmful garbage, could some flowers be pollution?

“Pick it up.” Theresa glared at him, Armand’s mouth opened wide, was she telling him to pick it up?

How?

It floated with the water.

She looked at his hand unwillingly, because the water was too cold, her hands were frozen to deep red, Armand tugged at her hands, only by touching them did he know how cold her hands were, “I’ll warm it up for you.”

Theresa struggled, “Don’t change the subject, who told you to warm it up.”

Armand stood on the rock by the river, Theresa’s movement was so great that she slipped and fell into the river with a loud sound and a huge splash of water, Theresa’s body also got quite wet.

Theresa didn’t want him to do anything to her, she didn’t want to push him into the river, it was almost winter and the water was very cold.

Armand stuck his head out of the river, shivering because he was freezing, he had goose bumps all over his body as he yelled at Theresa, “You want to murder your own husband, huh?”.

He froze.

Theresa felt really guilty, but after hearing his words, she felt much less guilty, “Armand, stop that, we’re just pretending to be in love, you know? When we get back, we’ll break up and have no relationship, got it?”

Armand swam to the river bank, wrapped his arms around himself and realized it was colder on the shore with the wind blowing, achoo! Achoo!

He covered his mouth and nose, and snorted, “Theresa, you took advantage of me, so you must be responsible for me!”. Theresa was silent.

“Armand, will you stop being so shameless?” it was the first time Theresa had encountered such a shameless, unscrupulous, low-life.

“I don’t care…”

“What are you doing?” Dolores found them and saw them arguing, it was such a cold day, but Armand was soaked all over, wouldn’t he catch a cold?

Theresa and Armand turned their heads at the same time, they saw Dolores standing not far from them and spoke in unison, “You’re out already…”

They had such an unspoken understanding and said the same words, they looked at each other and Theresa was the first to look away, she walked over to Dolores, “Lola.”

Dolores answered her, but kept looking at Armand, “Are you going to bathe in the river?”.

Achoo! Achoo!

Armand crouched down, almost freezing, bathing, was he crazy?

“I’ll go back first,” no, he couldn’t hold on any longer, otherwise he would catch a cold.

Dolores looked at Theresa, “Were they arguing?”.

Theresa shook her head continuously, “No, he slipped carelessly in the water.”

Dolores could see that Theresa was lying, but she didn’t latch onto that issue, instead she asked, “Where are Samuel and Simona?”

“Mr. Nelson brought them to the mountains to pick persimmons.” replied Theresa.

Dolores frowned, “What?”

He took them to the mountains?

That wasn’t Matthew’s style, even if he was in a remote location, but he was also very busy, wasn’t he?

Did he have time to go up the mountain and pick persimmons?

“It was because Simona kept pestering him about it.” As if Theresa could see her hesitation, he explained.

Dolores understood, her cell phone was still in the house, she was to call Matthew and tell him to come back, Victoria was still waiting, she had no time to waste.

Just when she wanted to go back, Armand came over after changing his clothes, seeing that Dolores was in a hurry, he said, “Are you looking for Mr. Nelson?”.

Before Dolores answered he already said, “He went to the mountain because his dear daughter wouldn’t stop pestering him.”

Armand arrived at just the right time, Dolores looked at him and said, “Call him and tell him to bring the girl.”

Armand nodded and said yes, took out his cell phone and called Matthew, “… Hello! The number you are calling is not available at the moment, please try again later. I’m sorry. The number you have dialed cannot be connected…”

“It is not connected.” Armand hung up, “Maybe the signal in this town is not so good, I will call you one more time.”

He was able to make a call earlier and it was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Dolores thought about it, it’s also possible…. After all, she was in a deep forest in the mountains.

“Which mountain did they go to? I’ll look for them.”

“Let me guide you there, we don’t know if there are wild boars or something on the mountain, I can save you if there is a danger when I go with you, if something happens to you, Matthew would definitely peel my skin.” Armand stepped forward to guide her.

Dolores wanted to take the two children to the Forbis Family, so she had to follow him, but Armand spoke very fluently.

They walked up the steep trail to the top of the mountain to the west.

The path was quite slippery due to the night dew, Armand reminded her, “Slowly.”

“Yes.” Dolores looked at the ground, there were also vines peeking out, it was really hard to walk on it.

Each step was deep and heavy.

“There are footprints, they must have come in this way.” Armand looked at the path of trodden plants at the foot of the mountain and said, “I will lead the way, follow me.”

After saying that, he went up following the footprints, Dolores did not follow him immediately, she looked around and saw two tree crotches not far from her, with the right thickness…. She approached, broke the branch with her strength, put it on the ground to test the height, then broke it again at the height she considered adequate, thus making the staff. The mountain floor was wet, it was easy to slip, she had something to lean on that was quite stable.

She also broke the other one, she accidentally scratched her hand when she broke it there is a small wound on her palm, she groaned in pain.

Armand turned his head and saw that she was not coming up, he looked at the blood on her hand and asked worriedly, “Are you okay?”

He immediately walked over, maybe he walked so fast that he suddenly slipped, his body bent in an instant, luckily there is a tree on his right side, when he was about to fall, he grabbed and leaned on that tree to keep from falling, “Oh my God…” Still in shock, he let out a long sigh.

Dolores asked worriedly, “Are you okay?”.

“Yeah, what are you doing?” Armand stood his ground, he wasn’t sure when he saw the branch she was holding, Dolores smiled, “You must have never climbed a mountain, you must hold on to something when you climb a mountain like that.” He handed her the branch.

When Dolores and Jessica were young, they were deported overseas to a remote place with no money, they often went up the nearby mountain to gather ferns, the locals didn’t know what to eat, but Jessica did, there were many cold dishes of ferns and it also tasted good when sautéed with meat.

When you didn’t have much to eat or money, probably as long as you could eat enough, everything tasted good.

Armand broke the branch as Dolores did and walked with it.

After about half an hour, Armand saw a persimmon tree in front, the tree was very tall and large, it had red fruits that looked like little lanterns hanging on the top of the tree, which were particularly conspicuous in the forest, Armand saw the persimmon tree, Matthew and the others must not have been far from that place, “Miss Nelson, see, there is a persimmon tree.”

The edge of Dolores’ eyes twitched, who was the ‘Miss Nelson’ she was calling?

What was that title?

“They must be near here.” Armand didn’t notice Dolores’ expression.

Only after realizing that Dolores wasn’t walking did he notice her face, it looked like something was wrong, “Miss Nelson, what’s wrong?”

Armand, Boyce and Matthew were about the same age, Matthew was slightly older than him and Boyce, Dolores was Matthew’s wife, so, they should call her Mrs. Nelson.

Even if that was the case, Dolores was 6-7 years younger than him and looked as young as a newly graduated college student, she didn’t look at all like a mother of two.

He felt that calling her Mrs. Nelson was a bit inappropriate, so he stuck to calling her Miss Nelson.

“Who’s there?” someone approached them at that moment.

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