The taxi driver took a glance at Ximena through the rear view mirror. Seeing that her face changed color as soon as he mentioned her parents, as if something cracked all of a sudden, he withdrew his sight to look ahead and continued,"Aren't you curious about your parents?"
Ximena pursed her lips into a straight line. She felt something was bursting out of her chest. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Miss Mo, you needn't care about who I am," the taxi driver said in a plain tone, without any emotion. "You only need know that I won't harm you." The journey continued until the driver said, in a soft tone,"Miss Mo, you've arrived."
Looking out of the window, Ximena saw her own fashion design shop. She turned her head back to look at the taxi driver. In an urgent tone, she asked,"What do you know about them?"
Shrugging, the taxi driver said,"The taxi fare is 28." Turning his head towards Ximena, he continued,"It is not time to talk about that. Somebody will meet you at the right occasion. And I advice you not to mention that to Mr. Aaron Leng, well, unless you want to complicate the issue..." After taking a pause, he added,"Don't worry. I guarantee that the informant will meet you at a crowded place. You don't need to be afraid that you might get hurt."
Ximena didn't know how she got back to her shop. The thought of the taxi driver's words about her parents had consumed her so much. She knew that it would be better for her not to know about the past, but she wanted to. She wanted to know why they had abandoned her after having her. It made her live a life worse than that of a dog or a pig.
"Ximena?" Grayson called her name for several times, but she didn't response at all. Seeing that she was absent-minded, he frowned slightly. In a louder voice, he tried again,"Ximena?"
"Hmn?" Ximena muttered, coming to herself all of a sudden. Looking at Grayson, who was standing by her side, she frowned and realized where she was. Removing the load from her mind, though temporarily, she said,"What's the matter?"
"The dress for the wife of the political commissar of the island is done. Should we send it to her now?" Grayson answered.
Still somewhat absent-minded, Ximena nodded and answered,"Okay. Send it to her."
Looking at Ximena, Grayson got a little worried. Wearing what he was feeling on his face, he asked Ximena,"Ximena, is everything alright?"
"I'm alright," Ximena answered, taking a deep breath. She stood up and took her bag, which was put aside. "I'm going home now. You can go back too when it is time to close the shop," she said.
"Okay," Grayson said. Looking at Ximena's fading back, Grayson frowned and mumbled to himself,"How could her face look so disappointed and spaced out after going out with Mr. Ted Leng?"
Ximena was standing at the door of her fashion design shop. Every time Aaron didn't pick her up, she took a taxi to go back to the manor. However, because of what had happened on her way back to the shop a while ago, she didn't dare hail a taxi, though she saw a few passing by.
The shop manager looked out of the window of the shop and found that Ximena had stood by the roadside for quite a while. Slightly confused, he walked out of the shop and came up to Ximena. "Miss Mo... Are you going to somewhere? Do you want me to give you a ride?" he asked.
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