Chapter 735 Do You Know Father （3）

As soon as the question was dropped, the atmosphere in the car became more indescribable.

On the other hand, Lethe, who was in a complex mind, fixed his eyes on the little girl who was asking such a question. The corners of his mouth lifted, and his pale face turned a little red.

Maybe the silly sister he thought was not that stupid.

Richelle also raised her eyes and looked at him with a smile. Her black eyes blinked and finally only the two of them could understand what she meant.

The woman who was driving didn't respond, and the man who had been looking ahead didn't respond either. The silence between the two seemed to be only they could understand.

Consuela didn't dare to speak now. She didn't want to hear Richie's words, but she was a little flustered and looked forward to his words.

However, the fox like man smiled weirdly and said, "You should ask your mother about it."

Hearing that, Richelle felt a little uncomfortable because of the safety belt. Then she said in a different tone, "But my mom didn't tell me..."

Her low voice was very clear to others.

"Well...Un... I don't know very well either." After a pause, Richie swallowed the word "Uncle" and almost bit his tongue.

Even if the little girl always called him uncle now, he couldn't convince himself that he was really her uncle.

The little girl blinked her eyes and pretended to be enlightened. Soon she turned around and sat back in her original position. She was quiet and looked very strange.

Only Consuela could understand why the little girl was like this.

Somehow, she felt a little sad.

But she couldn't share it with others.

The car stopped in front of an ice drink shop. The decoration was modern, and the bright ice blue color seemed to be soaked in the sea.

While Richelle was shouting for something, Lethe, on the other hand, seemed to be out of his power. Being grabbed by Richie, he could only nod, but his eyes were dull.

Reluctantly, he didn't intend to distur

meals or ice cream to get him accept her.

The little girl suddenly leaned over through the seat belt and was about to throw herself into her arms. "Mom, are you still missing them?"

There was a faint milk fragrance on her body, and her clean and fresh head moved under her eyes.

She shook her head, seeming to be looking forward to her answer.

Consuela closed the window, took out an umbrella from the drawer and unfastened the seat belt for the little girl. "Why do you talk so much today?" she asked.

"Mom doesn't consider Uncle Terence, nor Uncle Richie?" The little girl didn't give up.

In the past, she had been obviously unwilling to accept Terence as her father, not because she was afraid of what would happen to her in the future, but because she really felt that her mother seemed not to be satisfied with him.

She didn't care much about herself, but her mother had to be fine.

Holding the umbrella in one hand, Consuela leaned it towards the little girl. She felt the water on half of her shoulder and said, "... No, I won't. "

She didn't even think about Terence. The man who forced her to go abroad was even less likely to succeed.

The little girl seemed to want to get to the bottom of the matter. "Mom... Is it because my dad is so kind that you don't like Uncle Terence or Uncle Richie?"