Chapter 856

I was quite relieved and asked, "Tell me what your favorite food is and I'll bring some more for you

later."

"I'm fine with anything. I'm not a picky eater.”

After a pause, Susan continued, "But don't bring too much because I can’t finish everything all by

myself. It'll be a waste if they go bad."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, I looked around the kitchen but could not find a takeout container.

I walked to the kitchen door and shouted outside the villa, "Can you come here for a moment,

Theo?"

After shouting, I continued to look for a takeout container.

The sound of footsteps was heard and I asked, "Theo, d o we have takeout containers at home? I’m

going to pack the food now so you can send them to Susan when I'm done."

I did not get a response for a long time and looked up curiously.

I was stunned to see that it was Petra.

She took out the takeout container from the cab, and a look of surprise emerged on my face.

She looked

at me and said, "There are a few takeout containers here. Do you think they're en—"

When she saw me looking at her with a puzzled expression, the smile on her face turned stiff. Her

countenance was a little awkward. "Theo and your... dad went for a walk together."

I nodded and took the containers from her, saying blandly, "Thanks."

"Can I help you with anything?" She stood beside me, asking.

I shook my head, saying a little indifferently, "No, thank you."

My overly distant tone silenced her.

After filling the containers with food and seeing her still standing behind me, I was stunned and

walked straight out of the kitchen without saying anything to her.

She held my wrist and I frowned, sounding a little displeased. "What is it?"

"Can we talk, Wanda?" Petra's tears were at the brink o f flowing out. Although she had gotten on in

years now, her beauty was still clear to see.

I turned back to look at her, my gaze falling on her worn-out face. I felt a pang in my heart. It was as

though someone was clenching my heart. It was so painful to even take a breath.

Why was this happening?

I did not know.

I finally found my voice. I looked at her and carried myself in a slightly distant manner. "I don't think

we should talk.”

I did not want to experience the feeling of ripping apart old wounds again and then analyze why I

was once hurt.

Her choking voice rang out in my ears as she said," Wanda, I know you hate me, but I... I..."

But what?

Was she going to say that she loved me?

How absurd.

The reason why a wound was called a wound was that it would always be there, even until death.

I could bring myself to not hate her, but I could not forgive her.

If I forgave her, I would feel sorry for my dead baby.

I looked outside the window. The sun was shining and I could hear Munchkin laughing vaguely.

I took a deep breath and looked calmly at Petra. "I’m a person with a really poor memory. Thinking

about it now, my memories before I was ten have become somewhat blurred, but there are some

things in my mind that I still remember until now."