Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 857

A pained look flashed across Petra's face. I saw it but remained unstirred. I said indifferently, "We weren’t well off at the time, and Mother wouldn't use the money that Tyler’s father banked in to us on me. That’s why I refused to go to kindergarten after just attending it for a few days when I saw Mother staring dazedly at the bankbook at night."

After a pause, I continued, "Mother refused to, of course, but she couldn't talk me out of it. That lasted until I was in elementary school. As I had not attended preschool, I was so much dumber than other kids my age. I didn’t want to go to school, so Mother told me that only by studying well and getting into a prestigious university would I be able to find my biological parents again. From then on, I studied hard because I was determined to find my parents. Only by finding them would people stop calling me a wild child who nobody wanted."

These memories were painful, and I would be in a very bad mood every time I thought of them.

I was only saying them to Petra now because I wanted her to know that some wounds could never be mended.

I walked to the kitchen table and put the food

containers into an insulation bag. "Mother gave me all her love, so I never felt like a child who lacked love. The only reason why I wanted to find my biological parents was because I didn't want others to call me a wild child who nobody wanted. Not knowing my origin made me seem like a joke. The night of my university application, Cecilia and I were in the yard holding our phones, analyzing which universities we could apply for with the scores we had. I wanted to go t o Whaldorf City at first, but later, Grandma told me to g o to Salt City because that's where I might be able to find my biological parents."

I turned around and saw Petra's face that was filled with tears. I sighed. "Maybe it was the wrong decision to go to Salt City from the very start. I shouldn’t have gone there because I wouldn't have met Theo, Cindy, o r even you guys."

"Wanda..." she said, her voice choking with sobs.

I smiled slightly, my gaze still indifferent as ever. "If I hadn't met you guys, perhaps I would live an ordinary life-a mediocre yet blissful life. I love Theo, that's why I’ll always forgive him even after he does something to hurt me."

After a pause, I continued, "Just because you're my parents, I can’t hate you openly, much less resent you i n my heart. I don’t even dare to hate you. How tragic. I can’t even find someone to hate for all of my miserable encounters.”

I took a deep breath and suppressed the pain in my heart. "Like I said, I'll not hate you simply because you're my parents. You’re my family who shares blood ties with me, but that's all."

She was such a clever woman, so she surely knew what I was trying to say.

Perhaps my words were so harsh that her complexion turned pale and she half-crouched on the floor. Her tears hit the floor tiles. They were soft yet extraordinarily loud.

I quickly left the kitchen. My heart was in pain but it was still bearable.