My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: 219/The Unwelcoming Home

Chapter 219

Julie’s POV

His question was abrupt, catching me off guard as he watched my hesitation from behind the steering wheel. "Aren’t you going to get out?"

"Oh, yes... I’m going," I stammered, trying to summon my courage. I stepped out of the car, the old house looming before me like a stranger.

"Thank you, Mr. James... goodbye," I said with a flustered sense of gratitude.

In my mind, I was already planning to wait for him to drive away so I could hail a taxi and head straight back to the club. But his voice stopped me: "The bags... did you forget them?"

My God. He got out of the car and began unloading the numerous bags, piling them onto the sidewalk. "Thank you... you can go now," I said in a desperate attempt to dismiss him.

"I’ll watch from here until you’re inside," he replied with a flat, stoic calm.

He returned to his seat, while I took faltering steps toward the door and stood there, frozen.

How am I supposed to knock? What do I say? I glanced back to find the car still idling in its spot. I couldn’t see him through the heavy black tint of the windows, but I was certain he was watching my every move.

I turned back to the door and raised my hand it felt heavy, as if made of lead and knocked. In that moment, I prayed with all my heart that no one would answer, that they had moved away. But suddenly, the door swung open... and I saw my mother.

It was her. With the same cascading brown hair, the green eyes that matched my own, and the familiar pink dress she always wore. Meredith stood there paralyzed, staring at me with a shock that seemed to strip her of speech.

And though she had never been tender, though she always tried to push me away, and despite her shameful silence when my father sold me the moment I saw her, I wanted to hold her.

I had thought over the past few days that I could hate her, that I could ignore her, but before I realized it, my arms were wrapped tightly around her as if all the nightmares I’d lived weren’t real.

Her scent was the same; it hadn’t changed. I hugged her with every ounce of strength I possessed, but her body remained utterly rigid in my arms. She didn’t speak; she didn’t even raise her hands to pat my back.

She remained a cold statue while I clung to her, burying my face in her shoulder. "Mom... I missed you," I choked out.

I finally let go, stepping back to look at her frozen features. My anxiety spiked. "Mom... are you okay? What’s wrong?"

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