I watched their farce coldly and held my mother tightly.
You guys can do whatever you want, I’ll just be alone with my mom and enjoy the beauty.
I had just arrived in another province to attend university when I asked my dad to buy me a small apartment in the area, citing the poor living conditions in the dormitory as the reason for not being able to focus on my studies.
Whenever my dad mentions me, I feel a glow on my face and naturally agree without hesitation.
What he didn’t expect was that it was not me who moved into the small apartment, but my mother.
We have been apart for too long, and we don’t want to be separated for another four years.
My mother accompanied me to the city where I studied, and I would come back from school on weekends to spend time with her.
I have never returned to my father’s house after that.
From the occasional phone calls he made to me, I learned that Savanna ran away with a large sum of money with another man. His factory suffered a severe decline in business due to a broken funding chain.
Dad sighed heavily whenever he mentioned it. I listened absentmindedly to his phone call and casually said, “Dad, I’ll come back to see you whenever I have time. I’m busy right now, so I’ll hang up first!”
Of course, these are all empty words. I have already achieved all my goals, and there is no reason to go back anymore.
The space that Penelope once existed in made me feel extremely disgusted.
Since Dad had an affair, he naturally has to bear the consequences alone now.
His self–proclaimed family and prosperity were built upon the pain of my mother and me, and he remained oblivious.
Heaven’s retribution may be forgivable, but self–inflicted misfortune is unforgivable.
After I graduated, a local foreign company in my university town extended an olive branch to me. I sold my small apartment and, with the money my parents had given me, made a down payment on a three–bedroom apartment and moved in with my mom.
Afterward, I changed my phone number and completely cut off contact with my father.
I thought the story would end here, but I never expected to meet Savanna years later when I was on a business trip to another city.
When I saw her, she was pulling with an old man in front of the hotel gate. The old man impatiently pushed her away and left.
She remained in place, grumbling and chasing after the old man from behind, “Stingy man, not even giving the promised tip, bah!”
I smirked playfully, took my dad’s money, and ran away. How did I end up like this?
I innocently grabbed her and asked with a surprised look on my face, “Mom, how come you’re here? Are you here to travel with my dad?”
Savanna’s face looked a bit unnatural as she said, “Don’t call me mom, your dad and I have already divorced.”
I looked at her in surprise and asked, “What happened? Didn’t Dad always say it was true love when he married you?”
A hint of mockery flashed in my eyes as I leaned closer to her and whispered, “Did you ever think that one day you would end up like this when you forced my mom away? Reduced to selling your body?” I glanced at her low–cut outfit.
