It was really sad. She was so sensible at such a young age, but she had to pretend not to understand everything in the face of unfriendliness. That idiot, hiding it really well.
When Lethe went back, she picked a flower. The flower was half open, and most of it was in bud, which was very pink.
It was just so when it was in bud.
When he went back with the flower, he happened to meet his grandmother. He handed the flower to her, but did not receive any usual praise. Instead, he looked into her worried eyes.
"Grandma, what's wrong with you?" Lethe was a little confused.
There was a gleam of confusion in his black eyes. It seemed that there was something wrong with the black eyes.
"I'm still worried about your dad?"
"My dad said he could..."
"What can he do? He hasn't solved his own problem yet. Don't brag. If he can't deal with it by himself, don't blame us two for being too radical."
Wendy sighed for a while and left with the flower. There was no expression in her eyes, and her often smiling lips were tightly closed at the moment.
It seemed that time had passed for a long time. It was summer when he saw Richelle, and now it was autumn.
However, his father was still in the same state. He didn't go further or take a step back. He was always fooling around and made the others uncomfortable to see.
It was not his grandma's fault.
On the way back to his room, Lethe smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Without frowning, he raised his hand and opened the closest door to him. It was also his father's room.
The door was not closed. When it was opened, there was a crisp sound because it collided with the glass bottle.
Lethe stepped on the soft carpet and walked inside calmly until he saw the man holding a bottle of wine and drinking much. His eyes were blurred but his face did not change.
No matter how much he drank, it seemed that he didn'
mporarily... I beg you for the last time Let your sister go... "
Her voice was pale and weak.
Consuela gritted her teeth.
Her eyes were red and powerless.
She had raised her up for more than twenty years. Even a dog would have feelings, let alone a living person. However, she could not bear the great harm she had suffered.
She couldn't call her Mom again.
"Do you think it possible? What she did is kidnapping. No matter what the reason is, she can be directly sent to prison. I don't want to leave any threat to my children."
Consuela said confidently. If Consuela hadn't lowered her head, she would have been more scared.
A touch of sadness appeared on Linda's wrinkled face. "Consuela, do you really want to take the more than twenty years of parenting as a dream? I had no choice back then... "
No choice?
Consuela grinned. The coldness in her eyes was fading away.
"Don't say anything that can prove your innocence. I won't believe it a little more, and I will feel that you are unusually shameless..."
If she was a shameless person, how could she be like this? How could she have the nerve to plead for mercy for an executioner!
When Sheryl drove into the sea, she must have never thought of being embarrassed or guilty!