Chapter 877 It's Fake (3)

When Lethe heard his plan, his dark eyes became deeper.

"Do you remember what Dad said?"

Lethe nodded and smiled.

He didn't come out until that night. In fact, he had planned it in advance, in order not to let Richelle know that he had recovered. "But Dad, what if it doesn't work?"

"It won't fail." Richie said confidently.

As far as he knew, his son, Lethe, wouldn't fail, so as long as he followed this method, he would definitely succeed.

Although Lethe still had a lot of doubts about his father's words, he had no other choice but to believe him.

The tide of memory slowly ebbed.

Hesitant, Consuela asked, "Do you all... Do you all miss me? "

Did it mean that the two kids would also miss her, not only the little girl, but also the boy?

Lowering his head, Richie smiled with satisfaction. "Since he heard that you were likely to become his stepmother, he has been looking forward to seeing you. Perhaps it's because of the blood relationship, so he is looking forward to seeing you."

Blood relationship.

Consuela was about to keep silent when she was put into the car. The man fastened her seat belt and rushed to open the car door to leave.

"Anyway, I don't care about anything else. I just want to tell you, don't delay the children because of the matter between the two of us."

It seemed that he also cared about the growth of his children.

"Don't worry. I won't do anything to make myself regret." A strange smile appeared on Consuela's face. She tried her best to show her happiness.

Standing on the balcony and watching the two leaving, Cassie looked gloomily at the scene in the next yard. A man was sitting on the swing, followed by a guide dog.

As if he had sensed something, he suddenly raised his head.

The more she looked at the familiar face, the more she felt that it had something to do with Consuela.

On the other side, Consuela, who was half pushed, had arrived a

yourself first. My matter is not as important as yours."

"But we all know how long I can stay with you. How long can I have?" Lethe heaved a faint sigh, "So I still want to see my dad happy."

Obviously, Richie was not the right person to say such words. He said awkwardly, "How can it be so easy to get happiness? As long as you can be fine, I will be happy. "

"But this kind of happiness won't last long. Dad needs to find a more practical woman." "Father, go and propose," said Lethe like an adult.

Consuela's body stiffened.

Did Lethe like her so much?

Her heart began to ache, and the tears in her eyes began to fall uncontrollably, like drops of rain, almost making people cry.

How could God let her child suffer so much? Was it because God was jealous of him? He should be ignorant and had a complete childhood, but he spoke here as if he was giving his last words.

What she didn't know was that.

The two father and son, who sounded extremely sad and chatting, were actually about to laugh, especially Lethe. However, at such a young age, he could not pretend as skillfully as Richie did.

But he was suppressed by Richie's gaze all the time. He could only try to hold it back, which made his voice feel more and more painful. In fact, everything was fake.