She didn't think so.
Besides, wasn't that old bastard Richie the little girl's father?
Consuela's eyes twinkled. The umbrella she was holding leaned more towards the little girl. Fortunately, the two of them had arrived at the door. They took out the key from the flowerpot by the door and opened the door.
When Consuela bent down to take off her shoes, she said in a buzzing voice, "Your father..."
"Mom, why are you so wet? Let me get you a towel to wipe your face..." The little girl trotted into the bathroom, making Consuela at a loss whether to cry or to laugh.
In fact, the little girl was more resistant to people who mentioned Richie.
The complex emotion of expectation and fear really made her feel uncomfortable.
Lowering her head to look at her wet shoulder, Consuela let out a long sigh. The moment she turned her head, she heard messy footsteps behind her.
The weeping voice of the little girl reached her ears.
Consuela ran to her and asked in a sharp and flustered voice, "What's wrong with you, Richelle? Do you feel uncomfortable? Don't be afraid. Mom is here... "
There should be nothing wrong with the child.
Richelle took the towel she was supposed to give her mother, her big eyes still showed a trace of failure, as if she had been bullied, and completely lost the spirit of the past.
Like a caged bird, it lost its freedom to fly and was kept as a pet. Its feathers lost color and finally forgot its instinct.
The little girl finally gave in.
"Mom... I just want to ask you a question. I won't ask you again. Can you answer me... " The little girl grabbed the towel hard and wrinkled it.
"……"
The little girl looked up at her mother carefully, and then lowered her head in disappointment. There was a touch of desolation in her voice. "Mom... If you don't want to, I won't... "
Consuela, who was hesitating, was completely defeated by the little girl's sympathy-getting ploy.
"Richelle, do
tar praise.
Terence raised his hand, pretending to be heartbroken, and said in a low voice, "It's only been a while since we last met. Don't you know uncle?"
As soon as the familiar voice came out, most of the little girl's sleepiness was dispelled in an instant. She covered her mouth and said in surprise. "Ah... It's Uncle Terence... "
But after a while, she immediately stood beside the door and made way for him with a very cooperative smile on her face.
The little girl blinked her eyes, and there seemed to be a thin light shining in her black eyes. "Uncle Terence, do you want to see my mom? She is watering the flowers in the garden... "
After a few days of deliberation, she suddenly felt that it was better for her mother to be with a person who was good to her than to make them repeat the mistakes.
As a foil, she would be obedient and not talk much and do much work, as long as Uncle Terence could bear the responsibility to make her mother happy.
Terence took out a box of chocolate from the plastic bag in his hand and handed it to the little girl. He touched her head and said, "I came here not only to see your mother."
He looked at her meaningfully, with a meaningful expression on his delicate face.
"Then is there anything else you want to do, Uncle Terence?"