Chapter 6
As soon as Malcolm got off the plane, his phone started ringing incessantly.
Just as my mom waved at me, I immediately turned off my phone. I threw myself into my mom’s arms, even though there were so many things I wanted
to say.
But before she could even speak, tears streamed down her face.
Mom wiped my face.
“Let’s not say anything anymore, let’s go home.”
I nodded chokedly, sticking to her like a sycophant.
Dad, on the other hand, helped me carry the luggage and put it in the trunk.
I was surprised to see that Banjo was also in the car.
Dad turned around and smiled at me, “It heard that you were being picked up, so it jumped straight into the car.”
When I arrived home, I quickly washed up and then plunged into the familiar bed and fell asleep.
Mom turned off the light gently, while Dad placed a glass of milk on my bedside.
I slept straight through until the next day, and just as I stretched and sighed, everything seemed perfect.
A big trouble came.
A continuous stream of packages piled up at the doorstep of my house.
Baby chairs, diapers, formula, and so on, are all baby products.
I opened my phone and Malcolm, this lunatic, had actually called me almost a hundred times.
Just as I was about to confront him, Malcolm called me on a video.
After the call was connected, he transformed my home into my favorite style in the video. And all his relatives and friends were also there, under Malcolm’s command.
They shouted in unison, “Valerie, Valerie, come back quickly!”
Malcolm proudly addressed the camera, “Are you satisfied? If you are, then come back. Ashley and I just had a little too much to drink yesterday, that’s all. Stop making a fuss. You must be feeling happy now, right?”
Looking at his so–called surprise, I felt like throwing up.
This was his old trick, first deliberately sending some photos to make me jealous and go crazy.
After I felt sad and upset, give me a sweet date.
In his eyes, I was no different from a worthless dog.
He was waiting for me to lower my head.
I looked up at the time and calmly said, “You had better leave my house quickly.”
Malcolm’s face darkened: “What do you mean, now I can’t even stay at your house?”
I shook my head and was about to speak.
In the video, the door was suddenly opened, and the buyer stood there holding their luggage, staring at each other.
I said the words that were interrupted just now, “I sold the house.”
Malcolm’s expression could no longer be described as shocked.
“Why did you sell the house? We were about to get married! How much have you been hiding from me?”
Chapter 6
