Matthew paused his movement, looked up, and raised his eyebrows slightly. “Pardon me?”
“You know what I’m asking.”
“No, I don’t.” He lifted his legs and sat on the bed. Dolores grabbed his arm. “Matthew Nelson, I’ve
found the older you are, the more shameless you’ve become.”
Seeing that, he guessed that probably she had known what happened to Andrew. He heaved a sigh
and said, “Isn’t Andrew safe and sound now? Can you just forget about it?”
"You told me you were going to the company earlier. You went to find her, didn't you? When did you
learn to lie to me?" Dolores was quite angry indeed. Her son had encountered danger and couldn't
nearly come back, but she knew nothing about it.
“I’m his birth mother. Why don’t I have the right to know about it?”
“I was afraid you would be worried.” Matthew pulled her hand. “It won’t happen again. It’s been a long
day for you today. Let me massage your shoulders.”
As he spoke, he pressed Dolores to sit down on the bed.
Dolores tilted to dodge him. “Stop it!”
"What do you want me to do then? It has already passed. Even if I was wrong, you can't always be
angry without forgiving me, can you?"
His words made Dolores angrier as he sounded like he had known that she wouldn’t be able to do
anything even after she got to know it.
“I’m not gonna forgive you.” Dolores stood up abruptly. Matthew was off-guard. Her head bumped into
his nose. He frowned in pain. Then he felt warm liquid dropped. Reaching out, he touched his nose,
only to find that his nose was bleeding.
Dolores covered her forehead as she also felt pain.
“You...”
She still wanted to blow up. Seeing the blood above his mouth, she was startled. "What happened?"
Matthew raised his head. “My nose is bleeding.”
Dolores immediately pulled tissues for him. “Go wash your face in the bathroom.”
Matthew covered his nose with the tissue, looking at Dolores. “Did you purposely do it?”
“Ehn,” Dolores admitted it recklessly in anger and grievance.
“Have you vented your anger yet?”
“Not really.”
“Hence, what else do you want to do to avenge?”
“All right. Go to wash your face.” Dolores pulled him.
He washed his face for a long time before getting rid of the bloodstains.
“Change your pyjamas.” Dolores found him another set, as the former ones were stained by blood.
Matthew changed his pyjamas after he stopped bleeding. “The bedsheet was stained, too”
“We must change it.” Dolores reached out to take it off. “If the kids have seen it, it’s so embarrassing.”
Matthew stood aside and nodded seriously. "Your youngest son has just got married. You must be a
role model to show your daughter-in-law how to be a wife. If she knew you've hit your husband, she
would learn from you and bully your son."
Upon hearing it, Dolores almost tossed the bedsheet from the bed. It was because he had lied to her,
but now he sounded that it was all her fault.
She calmed herself down and adjusted her breath. She said in a steady tone flatly, “Charles invited me
for lunch tomorrow.”
Matthew, who was standing and watching her aside, immediately rushed over to help her. “Have you
said yes?”
Dolores looked up at him. “Why not?” she asked.
Matthew was speechless.
“All of us are old now. Why do you want to meet him?” Matthew was quite unhappy. His face darkened.
“He invited me, and I couldn’t turn him down.”
“Do you want to piss me by doing so?” He raised eyebrows.
"I'm not that idle." Dolores took off the bedsheet and held it to the laundry room. She put it into a basin,
aiming to rub away the bloodstains before putting it into the washing machine. Otherwise, it might not
be cleaned.
Matthew followed her. “Have you truly agreed?”
Dolores squatted down and hummed indifferently.
Matthew also squatted down and helped her rub. “Can you not go?”
Dolores was silent.
“Honey, our children are all grown up. Why do you want to meet...”
“What are you guys doing here? Dad? Mom?” Joshua helped Andrew have the herb soup, bathe, and
lie down on the bed. Then he was about to go upstairs, he found the door of the laundry room was
opened and the light was also on. He came over to take a look.
Then he saw his parents washing a bedsheet.
“It’s too late now. Why didn’t you go to bed? Why are you washing a bedsheet now?”
“Your father can’t sleep. I find him something to do,” answered Dolores.
“I haven’t seen your mother wash bedsheet before. She insisted on showing me,” answered Matthew
meanwhile.
Joshua was confused.
He wondered what was going on.
“You...”
“Go to bed. Good night.” Matthew closed the door of the laundry room.
Joshua frowned and went upstairs.
Pushing the door open and entering, he found that Bonnie was still awake. She had just left Jasmine’s
room.
She opened the closet and found him the pyjamas. "Joshua, take a shower. Then let's go to bed."
Joshua sat on the bed. “Come here, Bonnie.”
“Ehn?”
She held the pyjamas and walked to him, looking at him. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I saw Dad and Mom washing a bedsheet just now when I came upstairs.”
“Right now? The two of them?” Bonnie asked in surprise.
Even if the bedsheet was dirty, they could leave it to tomorrow. Kevin’s funeral had just finished. All of
them were supposed to be exhausted. She wondered why the two elders were washing the bedsheet.
Joshua was also confused. “What happened to them? They also spoke contradictory words. Mom said
Dad couldn’t sleep so she found him something to do deliberately. However, Dad said he had never
seen Mom wash a bedsheet again and she insisted on showing him.”
“Are they hiding something deliberately from us?” asked Bonnie.
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