Chapter 91 Making Things Clear
When my mother came in, I was staring blankly at the ceiling. She put the cooked pumpkin porridge aside, looked around my bedroom, and asked, “Where’s Walter? Has he gone home?”
I shook my head, feeling uncomfortable with the emptiness in my stomach. I sat up and nestled in the armchair, sipping the porridge my mother had cooked.
Watching me eat porridge, my mother seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.
I looked at her and said, “Mom, just say what you want to say, otherwise it’s uncomfortable to hold it in.”
She paused, then said, “After Ashley returned from the old house, he has been smashing things in his room. Just now, Alexander said that Walter went over, is that right?”
I nodded, knowing that my mother was aware of everything she needed to know. There was nothing I needed to hide from her.
The frown on her brow was somewhat tight.
With a livid face, she suppressed her anger and looked at me, saying, “Today at the Hinton family, I thought I had misunderstood Walter and Ashley before, but I didn’t expect…” She took a breath, abruptly stood up, and then left the bedroom.
For a moment, I didn’t realize that my mother had suddenly gone out.
For a moment, there came a “knock knock knock!” from outside the door.
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It came from next door.
Ashley’s room.
Realizing what my mother was about to do, I quickly put down the bowl and ran out.
But it was too late, by the time I left, Ashley’s room door had already been pushed open, and mother had entered Ashley’s room.
Feared something would go wrong.
I hurriedly followed in, only to see Ashley’s room in a complete mess. The floor was littered with broken glass and overturned tables, chairs, and benches. Cosmetics were scattered everywhere. Anything that could be smashed was smashed, and everything else was in a chaotic mess all over the floor.
The vanity mirror by Ashley’s bed was shattered to pieces.
Looking at Ashley again, she was wearing a thin white nightgown, her fair and delicate feet bare. Perhaps she had stepped on a piece of debris. in her emotional agitation, there was a pool of blood next to her foot, and her fair foot had already been bandaged.
It seemed that it was Walter who had helped her just now.
Walter squatted down beside her, his face somewhat gloomy and his eyebrows furrowed in worry, the creases forming a character that spoke volumes of his heartache.
The sudden appearance of my mother and me made the two of them look at us in perfect unison.
Upon seeing us, Ashley put on a pretentious act and subtly moved -away from Walter. What’s that saying again? The more your explain,
the more you conceal.
DIA
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Her action at that moment really well interpreted this sentence.
“Mom, Tabatha…” Ashley began in a soft voice, looking so pitiful and cautious, as if my mother and I had mistreated her.
Mother was a person who couldn’t control her temper. She pursed her lips and said to her, “What a pretentious act!”
This remark made Walter frown slightly. He stood up from Ashley’s side, looking so dignified that it was almost unbecoming. He looked at his mother and said, “Ashley is hurt.”
His words seemed like he was stating a fact, but also like he was reminding his mother not to be so harsh on a wounded person.
Mother pursed her lips, her voice steady, “If you’re injured, call a doctor or go to the hospital, Walter. You’re Tabatha’s husband. Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to be going in and out of Ashley’s room like this?”
This was said bluntly, but it was also extremely embarrassing.
Walter’s face darkened slightly, but after all, he was from the Hinton. family. In just a moment, he composed himself and said to his mother, “I was the one who handled things improperly, I overstepped.”
Mother didn’t want to be too harsh on him. After taking a slight breath, her face softened a bit. She didn’t plan to make a big fuss about it. Looking at me, she said, “Tabatha, you and Walter should stay at Water Villa. There are too many people here, and you’re a light sleeper, you won’t sleep well at night.”
Clearly, mother was planning to separate us.
Things had come to this point, I always felt that if I continued to
hesitate like this, it seemed to be of no benefit.
After taking a slight breath, he looked at his mother and said, “Mom, this is my issue, let me handle it.”
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