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Victoria had passed away and she could not change this fact.
All she could do was carry forward the watered down gauze of the Forbis Family and return it to its original glory.
She should not have had to disappear from this world because of that one person.
Perhaps, just by doing this his heart might feel better.
Oscar frowned. He didnât understand what she meant and Dolores didnât want to explain it to him either.
The matter was too complicated and was not going to be explained in a few words, so she told him playfully, âUncle, donât frown. It will stay that way.â
Oscar liked it when others complimented him on being handsome and young. Doloresâ words successfully amused him, âLetâs ask everyone to go out to eat tonight. Iâll take care of the arrangements, how about it?â
As if afraid that Dolores might refuse, he hastened to add, âThis XF textile factory is also on the right track. Although it is small in scale, it is developing steadily. It should be celebrated, how about it?â
Dolores didnât want to tarnish Oscarâs hospitality, so she said, âOkay, you organize it.â
âThatâs better. These workers not only need to be paid properly, but they need to be shown this kind of thing to make them work even harder.â Oscar said quietly in Doloresâ ear.
Although he looked like a careless fool all day, he was actually still somewhat capable.
It was just his personality.
Everyone got off work at five oâclock in the afternoon. There were only eleven people on the third floor and about twenty on the second floor, making a total of thirty. Oscar had arranged three tables in a first class restaurant and everyone was very happy.
The two children were also brought in and were now seated next to her and Theresa. Dolores had ceded all socializing to Oscar, she could not socialize when it came to such occasions.
At their table, most of the people were from the third floor. Most of the women present were not drinking. Theresa placed the open white wine in front of Ashton: âIf you want to drink, help yourself, no formalities. Itâs almost all women here and no one can accompany you. You can have a couple of drinks by yourself, but donât get drunk. No one will worry about you if youâre drunk.â
Ashton spoke little and didnât like to drink. He raised his head to look at Theresa and then handed back the wine, âI donât want to delay tomorrowâs work.â Theresa raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.
The other two tables were no longer quiet. Oscar had livened up the atmosphere and the men there naturally wanted to drink.
Andrew offered some plates to Dolores, âMom, eat more.â
She was now three months pregnant and had not gained any weight.
She was losing her mind with worry.
Dolores smiled and stroked her sonâs head feeling that the child had not been raised in vain. No matter how much hardship he went through, it was all worth it. God had given her a great gift.
Amanda was not far behind and served the food on Doloresâ plate, âMommy, eat more. It will make the baby grow up fast.â
She wasnât jealous of her brother. She was going to have to follow her big brother so she could learn a lot in the future.
âIf I eat too much and get fat and ugly, wonât you look down on me when I take you to kindergarten?â
She had read an article about parenting in a magazine. She didnât remember the specific name of the magazine, but one specific example told in it was still fresh in her memory. It was a story about a working mother. Her job was not extremely hard, she just had to go to the workshop and usually her mother-in-law picked up her son from kindergarten. One time, the mother-in-law had something to do and couldnât go pick up the child. So she had no choice but to take an hour off from work to pick up the child. Since she was in a hurry, she put on the factory uniform that you have to wear in the workshop. The factory produced machinery and used motor oil, which was difficult to avoid staining the uniform while working there.
He thus showed up at the kindergarten to pick up his son.
While sitting in the car, the son said to his mother, âCan you wear cleaner clothes when you come to pick me up in the future?â
Some people would say this child was being a snob, but some of the experts actually said that the more children care about someone, the more they ask of them.
The child was talking about cleanliness, not that he had to wear fancy clothes, but simply clean clothes. The mother figure was the symbol of home in the eyes of a child of a few years. If one didnât even care about her appearance, how tidy could the house be?
A woman who liked to be clean and knew how to dress herself would not only be self-confident, but her children would also have the confidence and courage to behave that way.
âMom is beautiful. Mom wonât look ugly even if sheâs fat.â In Andrew and Amandaâs eyes, their mommy was the most beautiful.
They had grown a lot but they had never seen her fat.
Dolores smiled and stroked their heads.
âHasnât your husband come?â an embroidery master suddenly asked.
Dolores used to show up at the XF textile mill and the two children also visited her on Sundays, but they had never seen her husband.
She was curious about her husband and asked. A woman who was working and trying to make a living, with two children and also pregnant, didnât her husband feel sorry for her?
Although, in reality, Dolores did not look obviously pregnant, but the older women with experience could see it with the naked eye.
They all seemed to be interested in this question and turned their gazes towards Dolores.
Dolores was stunned for a while, her mind was in chaos. She didnât know how to answer this question.
Theresa was quick to smile and smooth things over, âYour husband is out of town.
Heâs very busy with work, so he hasnât been able to get back in time.â
âDad doesnât even know weâre here, does he?â Amanda missed her father and didnât even want to eat.
As soon as Theresa finished explaining, Amanda said it and the mood at the table suddenly became uncomfortable.
It was clear that someone had lied, but people believed the girl more.
âIf weâre having dinner, then just eat, why do you have to ask so many questions?â Ashton said coldly, âThey say women love to gossip, itâs not untrue. Even a meal is not peaceful.â
There was something in his words that hinted at an attack on the person who had initiated this topic. His words were not implied, so she naturally understood and did not forgive: âWhat do you mean, I was just asking out of concern. She is pregnant and has two children. I never saw her husband show up, so I just asked casually. Why does that make me a gossip?â
âYou want to pry into her private affairs.â Ashtonâs gaze was cold as he looked directly at the woman who spoke. âArenât you curious if sheâs divorced or if someone has interfered with the marriage? Arenât you curious about gossip?â
Indeed, she thought so. In a normal family, no matter how strong the wife was, the husband was bound to let himself be seen with her sometime.
Dolores stood up, fearing that it would become noisy and unpleasant. After all, they all worked together and conflicts were bound to affect the work, something she did not want to see.
She smiled generously at everyone: âEveryone here is a colleague. Thereâs no need to get angry to avoid being embarrassed. The thing about my husband is that we donât live together now. Itâs not a relationship problem; itâs a household problem. So we have decided to take some time and calm down. Thank you very much for your concern for me. Thank you very much for trusting me and supporting me. I canât drink, so I will use juice instead. Hereâs to all of you.â
Charles, who had come there to talk business, came down from the private room upstairs. As he was passing through the lounge, he heard Doloresâ voice. At first, he thought he had misheard and that it was just his own imagination. But when his gaze shifted to the fountain, it was indeed her.
She was very striking, standing there in the crowd.
Charles frowned. If she wasnât in B-town, why was she standing here?
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