Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 182

When my mom heard my dad’s criticism, she didn't get angry. Instead, she leaned in closer. "Are you saying it's truly worth more than this Oldtown Avenue?”

My dad immediately straightened up as if his interest had been piqued, grabbed his coffee mug, gently blew on it, and took a sip. Then, he said with a straight face, "Absolutely. You know, the risk of getting cancer is getting higher and higher, and the treatment of cancer is gaining more and more attention. Whoever gets this project will have a once-for-all solution, right? It isn't a short-lived trend but a long-lasting, popular one."

I found an extra phone on the antique shelf in the living room. I hadn't noticed when it was there.

“You can't influence those shareholders, can you? It’s a hell of a job to convince them. All the shareholders are old birds who wants no risks.” My mom said helplessly, “Didn't Mr. Richardson say that these old guys are just a bunch of unworkable dead woods? Besides, this was the impression they have given to Mr. Richardson before. It's hard to change! What else can you do? It's hard to talk them into it.”

“Of course, I won't do things that are laborious and thankless!” My dad put down his mug and leaned back into the couch. “I couldn’t care less about thankless jobs."

“Then why were you eagerly chatting with Mr. Richardson? It’s also something we can't change! It’s good, but if we can't have it, it’s still frustrating!” my mom deflated, striking a blow at my dad.

My dad waved his hand and impatiently said, “Gosh! You don’t know shit! It's laborious, but it doesn't mean there's no room for maneuver. Why do you always have to charge head-on? Why not go around the problem and take a shortcut? Opportunity! What is opportunity? Opportunity is something we need to strive for. Don't you get it?”

My mom, rather than getting angry, laughed and retorted, “You’re lecturing me again! Fine. You sit here and ponder the flexibility. We won't disturb you. Carl is sleepy. Look at him!”

After my mom finished speaking, she turned her attention to me and ended the conversation. Perfect timing! This topic ended too perfectly!

The key was about one word, which was flexibility!

For God’s sake, my mom had evolved to such a level by being around my dad. Wasn’t he a magical teacher?

Helga immediately came over and took over my son, Carl. “I'll put him to bed! Take a rest. You’ve been watching him for half the day!”

I didn’t hesitate to hand the child to Helga and casually said, “I am indeed a bit tired.”