Chapter 1772
Byran suddenly put on a serious face. “I wouldn’t! Ida, if I could be a womanizer, I would not be stuck with you!
You’re so cold to me every day, and yet I still shamelessly seek your company. Do you think I was born with no
shame?
If I could switch my affections, I would have done so and chosen a woman who is enthusiastic about me!”
Ida remained silent. She kept her eyes on the road and her hands plastered on the steering wheel.
Byran reiterated. “And about my dad, I really don’t know much. As his son, I can’t join you in calling him a
womanizer. I just can’t abandon him. If you don’t want to accompany me to see him, so be it! Let’s just forget I
ever brought it up!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIda still didn’t speak. She just turned the steering wheel and took an exit off the freeway.
Byran frowned. “Ida, why are we heading this way? This isn’t the way to the hospital.”
As he spoke, Byran subconsciously clutched tightly at his seat belt, fearing that Ida’s sudden exit from the freeway
was a prelude to tossing him out of the car.
But all Ida said was, “There’s no florist on that road.”
Byran looked puzzled. “A florist? Ida, who are you buying flowers for? You can’t be giving flowers to other men
behind my back, right?!”
Ida shot him a disgusted glance. “If I can’t give them behind your back, then I’ll do it right in front of you.”
Byran scowled. “Who exactly are you giving flowers to? Is it a man or a woman? You’ve never even given me
flowers! Are you trying to kill me with jealousy?!”
“Last time you tricked me into going to the hospital, I went empty-handed. Do you want me to show up empty-
handed again today? I may not admire your father, but I still have my manners.”
Byran was taken aback, and a spark of joy lit up his eyes. “Ida! I knew you cared about me!”
Ida let out a small sigh. There were times when she couldn’t understand why she couldn’t resist feeling soft-hearted
towards this man and giving in
to him.
At a coffee shop near the Blanchet Corporation.
Bertha and Lea rushed over as soon as they received a message from Ellinor.
Joining them was Bertha’s best friend and Lea’s teacher, Marlinie.
Marlinie was eager to meet Ellinor. She wanted to confirm if she was her long-lost daughter. But as the moment of
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthe meeting approached, she felt hesitant.
She feared disappointment if the woman turned out not to be her daughter, and she feared the confrontation if she
was. She was unsure of what to say or how to explain her absence over the years.
So, she gave herself some space, choosing not to sit at the same table as Bertha but instead donning a hat and
sunglasses and taking a seat at a nearby table, where she could observe quietly.
Bertha and Lea sat by the window. Lea was sipping hot milk as she watched the passersby outside with a touch of
melancholy.
“Mom,” she asked, “do you think Ellinor will be happy or sad when she hears what we have to say?”
Bertha sighed. “She might be happy, or she might be a bit sad. Emotions can be complex. People feel a wide range
of emotions. Having a mother who disappeared years ago suddenly show up can be hard for some people to
accept.”