Chapter 448: Chapter 448



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Samuel frowned, and withdrew his gaze from the piano notation to look at his sister, Simona.

He couldn’t help but shake his head.

As if he couldn’t do anything about Simona.

“I’m very worried about her future.” She thought she was doing fine learning only one poem, “Goose.” What a worry her IQ had.

“Dad. Look. Look at him.” Simona pouted with her little mouth and shook Matthew’s neck, “My brother is looking over my shoulder again.”

Simona was dressed in a pale pinkish gray dress and a pair of white stockings. As the weather was getting warmer, the dress was made of a thin material used in summer clothing. It was smooth and soft. She tied her hair in a ponytail and showed off her beautiful facial features. She knelt on Matthew’s legs, her hands around his neck, and looked like she wanted Matthew to give her an answer.

Matthew sketched a slight smile. He simply couldn’t do anything with her. He held her buttocks and patted her, “You tell, what do you want to do? I’ll listen to you.”

“How come your brother despises you again?” Dolores stood at the head of the stairs and looked at Simona.

Simona became increasingly petulant. Dolores walked down the stairs.

Matthew put Simona on the couch and went up to hug her. However, Dolores refused, “No need. I feel much better.”

She held Matthew’s arm, “You can’t keep coddling her. Otherwise, she’ll develop an arrogant personality.”

“She’s still little.” Matthew thought a daughter was different a son. It was okay to be a little arrogant.

He could always take care of her anyway. He loved to spoil his daughter Simona.

Dolores looked at him and did not share the same opinion as he did: “Character develops from infancy. Soon she will go to elementary school. There will be many classmates at school, and it is inevitable that she will have some clashes. So, does she want to go every day to complain to the teacher? Does she want to complain to adults at home? Is this a good kind of character?”

Dolores hoped that Simona could grow up and not behave like a baby all the time.

“So she can’t say anything even when she’s been wronged?” Matthew felt that Dolores had thought too much, “So what if she doesn’t even go to school? I can take care of her for the rest of my life.” Dolores was speechless.

She looked at Matthew wordlessly and frowned, “And when you’re old, who’s going to spoil her?”

This time it was Matthew’s turn to be speechless.

“It’s still Mom the sensible one,” Samuel interrupted them. Simona used to act like a baby, but as she got older she liked to whine, especially in front of Victoria and Matthew.

She loved to act like a spoiled child and whine.

Simona sat on the couch, clearly aware that what they were saying about her was not good. She blinked and felt aggrieved in her heart, “I hate Mom. Mom doesn’t want me after I have the baby.”

When she finished speaking, she slid down the couch and ran into the kitchen, “Grandma, Grandma. I want to go home. I don’t want to be here.”

Victoria and Coral were preparing dinner in the kitchen still wearing their aprons. Victoria turned around at the sound of Simona’s voice. Simona hugged her legs, “Grandma, let’s go home. Mom only cares about the baby in her stomach and my brother. She doesn’t love me anymore. I don’t want to be here.”

Ever since she learned that Dolores had a baby, she was scared. She was afraid that her father and mother no longer loved her and wanted the baby more.

She felt abandoned when Matthew put her down and went to Dolores. Her father, Matthew, seemed to be more concerned about the baby in her womb.

Simona felt very aggrieved. Her eyes turned red and a thin layer of tears grew thicker and thicker in her eyes. Eventually it turned to tears, which ran down her cheek.

Matthew walked in just as Victoria was about to bend down and pick her up after washing her hands. His gaze did not rest on Victoria, but he said, “I’ll hold her.”

Simona held Victoria’s legs and refused to let go, “I don’t want to. I want Grandma.”

“How about I hold her?” Victoria couldn’t bear to see her cry. Simona’s face, which at first was pink, soft and gentle, was filled with complaints at that moment.

Matthew remained silent and separated his hands, which were holding Victoria’s legs.

He embraced her and left the kitchen. Simona was writhing in his arms and crying loudly, “I want Grandma. I want Grandma.”

Victoria came out of the kitchen worried and looked at Matthew, who was carrying Simona in his arms to the study room. However, she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to put her down. She couldn’t help but look at Dolores, “She’s still little. Maybe she knows she’s pregnant and is afraid of being neglected, that’s why she behaves like this…”

Dolores pursed her lips. She was also surprised by Simona’s words just now. She hadn’t expected Simona to think she wouldn’t love her after she had the baby.

“I know. I’ll come in later to take a look.” She sat down on the couch. Simona was upset now, and would come in after a while.

Victoria nodded her head.

In the study room.

Simona was crying terribly. Matthew didn’t coax her. He simply hugged her and let her cry.

After a while, she was tired of crying. She was just sobbing and her little shoulders were shrugging.

Only then did Matthew wipe away her tears. His finger gently wiped the corners of her eyes, “Don’t you like the baby in Mommy’s tummy?”

Simona scratched her nails and remained silent with her head down.

“Are you afraid the baby will steal mommy and daddy’s love?” she caressed Simona’s flushed face.

Simona lowered her eyes and tear stains remained on her long eyelashes. She remained silent. Yes, she was afraid that Papa and Mama loved the baby more than her and no longer wanted her.

Matthew hugged Simona in his arms. He stroked Simona’s back with his broad palm, “You’re Daddy and Mommy’s daughter. How can we not like you? Daddy can’t even wait to give you the best we have.”

“Really?” Simona lifted her head.

She kissed his forehead, “Of course.”

“But if Mama gives birth to a baby sister, then you’ll like her even more, won’t you?” At the thought that the baby in Dolores’ womb might be a baby sister, Simona became sad again. Her eyes grew redder and redder.

“Why should I like a possible baby sister any better, aren’t you Daddy’s daughter?” Matthew coaxed her with great patience.

“But clearly you cared more about the baby Mommy’s carrying in her belly now.” Simona still didn’t believe Matthew.

“I actually care about your mother. Of course, I love that little unborn baby too. But do you know why I have to be careful?”

Simona sniffed and asked, “Why?”

“The baby is still very, very small. If mom and dad don’t protect him carefully, he’ll leave us any minute.”

“Leave?” Simona blinked, “Go where?” She didn’t know what that meant, leave.

“Meaning, he won’t come to this world. We won’t be able to see him, and he won’t be able to see us too.”

Simona sank into deep thought, and seemed to understand what it meant in her heart.

Dolores pushed open the door and entered at that moment. Simona buried her face in Matthew’s arms and refused to look at Dolores when she saw her enter.

Dolores reached over and took Simona’s hands between her own. Simona tried to pull her hands away, but Dolores held them so tightly that she couldn’t get them off her.

Her eyes turned red again.

Dolores took Simona’s hand and placed it on her stomach, “Simona, you were already like this on mommy’s stomach.”

Simona closed her hand into a fist and was unwilling to touch her.

“You know, neither you nor your brother were expected or were blessed.”

Simona cried, but not out loud. She leaned back in Matthew’s arms and choked back her sobs.

“But, you’re both Mommy’s babies. With you two, I can feel that I’m still alive, that my heart is still beating. I only know that I lived because I had you two by my side. Because of you two, my world has become more colorful…”

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