"Yes, Mom?” Yvonne asked.
"Your father will drive this car starting from tomorrow,” Lydia said.
"Why? This is-"
"Don't ask why," Lydia interrupted Yvonne before she could complete her sentence. "Now that you're successful, can’t you let us two old folks live comfortably? It’s such a nice car too. And what if you let Samuel drive it, but he doesn't know how to appreciate it? If he gets it into an accident, we’ll need t o spend a lot to fix the car!”
"Mom, this car was bought by-"
"Not another word. The matter has been decided,” Lydia said, waving her hand impatiently. "I know that he’s been ferrying you to and from your office lately, but you can't keep an eye on him 24/7. If you let him drive such a nice car, he might have an impulse to go around hooking other women. How about this then? We'll let him drive our Toyota."
Yvonne was stunned speechless. Samuel had bought the car himself; she had not paid a single cent for it. How could her mother just take it as she pleased?
"Oh, right. You changed your car just a few days after being promoted to manager. Your grandmother might check up on you. You have to be careful when
handling your accounts," Lydia reminded her daughter. Their relatives in the Sue family lived wealthier lives because they had high positions in the company-which meant that they had more opportunities to line their pockets with extra money. That was why Lydia naturally assumed that Yvonne had also taken some money out of the company to buy the car.
Yvonne sighed. She knew her mother's personality. There was no way to properly explain the entire situation. Even if she told her that Samuel had been the one to buy the car, Lydia would not believe her.
"I'm leaving." Yvonne needed to get Samuel to explain, only then would it work out.
She went to the kitchen and saw her husband cooking over the stove. "I'm sorry," Yvonne said, expression apologetic.
Samuel craned his head toward her in confusion." What's wrong?" Why are you apologizing out of the blue?" he asked.
"My mom thought that I bought the car using the company's money. Now she only wants Dad to drive i t.” Yvonne too, thought that her mother was being ridiculous. However, she was still her mother, so she had no choice but to give in to her stubbornness.
"I thought something happened. It's all right,” Samuel replied breezily.
"You really don't mind?" Yvonne asked. "You bought the car with your money." "They're my parents too. It’s only natural to respect them."
Resentment simmered in Yvonne's heart when she heard those words. He had been bullied in this house for the past three years, yet he had never said an unkind word-instead, he treated her parents so nicely.
"It's almost dinner. Help me set out the table if you're free," Samuel said.
Yvonne quickly helped him. Her parents had gone down to see the car again earlier, so only she and her husband were at the dining table. 1
"Do you know how to play the piano?" Yvonne asked Samuel. Although she did not think he could, the silhouette in the video looked too similar. She wanted t o make the situation clear.
"Like the ones in a rhythm game?" Samuel replied, grinning. 1
"Was it you who played the piano yesterday?" Yvonne cast a suspicious stare toward him.
"Yesterday? Don't tell me you think Linda’s celebrity crush is me,” he answered.
"Seems like it's not you then." Yvonne's stomach dropped with disappointment. She did not know why she wanted the man in the video to be Samuel.
Perhaps every woman really had a fairytale dream, and she also wished that she had a prince who was admired by all.
After they finished eating, they sat on the couch and turned on the television for a while. They returned to their room at 9.30pm.
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