Chapter 7
I didn’t answer back, “I don’t need these baby products at the door anymore, so you can return them right away.”
His expression went blank in an instant, and the sound of his voice when he spoke again was trembling.
“What do you mean! What do you mean, exactly!”
He repeatedly questioned me, but did not give me a chance to speak.
When he remembered the words I had said a few days ago, tears had already filled his face.
“Why did you abort the child? It was a living life.”
His voice choked, and his tone of questioning made it seem as if I were an executioner.
Impatiently, I glanced at the watch again and said, “Nothing, I hung up.”
“Did you have someone?”
Malcolm gritted his teeth.
“Wasn’t it Molly that I was chatting with that day?”
Listening to Malcolm’s nonsense, I asked back.
“Is there something wrong with your brain? If there is, go get it treated.”
In countless past days, I watched him indulge in a flirtatious game with Ashley.
Always cautiously following behind him, she asked, “Who are you chatting with? Isn’t it a bit intrusive to be chatting this late?”
Malcolm would often look at me like I was a fool: “Are you crazy? Always being suspicious and paranoid. If you’re sick, go get treatment.”
And at this moment, I heard the words I had once said being used against me.
He opened his eyes with embarrassment, his cheeks tightly stretched.
Just then, a male voice came from behind me.
“Valerie, I put the study materials you wanted here.”
He was my classmate and academic overachiever from childhood to adulthood. The university where he pursued his Ph.D. was my dream school.
So I specifically sought advice from him.
I nodded and said, “You can put it on the table first, Zander.”
“Who is Zander? How did he end up at your house? Are your parents at home?”
Malcolm, as if he had a nerve problem, suddenly incessantly interrogated me, wishing he could burst out of the screen to see who my adulterer was.
I did not answer and reached out to hang up.
Zander Coleman looked up at me and said, “Why do you want to go back to school again?”
The year I graduated, I could have been recommended for admission to my own school, but because of Malcolm’s desire for a home.
I resolutely refused further education.
Looking back now, I was really foolish back then.
“Learning never ends,”
I gently changed the topic and Zander nodded without asking further.
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