Chapter 130 Can You Say It Again
She let herself cry, just a little.
Just for a moment.
To her, tears were something to be used when needed.
Crying without a reason or purpose was pointless.
It would only invite ridicule.
So she only allowed herself to cry for a short while.
But in the end, the muffled sobs turned into loud, uncontrollable crying.
She sounded like a train whistle.
Outside her room, two figures pressed themselves against the door, silent and sneaky.
Wendy had sharp hearing. She tilted her head, listening closely, and muttered in disbelief, “She’s crying?”
Alfred nodded impassively. “She’s crying.”
They exchanged a look, both wearing the same sulky expression.
Wendy said, “She was fine just now. Why did she suddenly start crying?”
Alfred couldn’t understand it either. He knocked on the door.
No response.
He knocked again.
Still no response.
So he simply pushed the door open.
Standing at the doorway, the boy thought for a long time before finally coming up with what he believed was a great topic.
“Mom said dinner’s ready.”
The lump under the blanket on the bed stayed still for two seconds.
Then, a muffled voice came from under the covers.
“I’m not hungry. Get out.”
Her voice even sounded a little off.
Alfred wasn’t good at reading the room. It was like he couldn’t sense Maya’s rejection at all as he walked right in.
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The door clicked shut softly behind him.
When it came to kids’ problems, it was usually best for them to comfort each other.
Things they didn’t want to tell their parents were easier to share with someone their own age.
Whenever Wendy got annoyed, she would video-call her husband. When the call connected, the background behind Raymond was an unfamiliar hotel room.
As soon as the call went through, Wendy started rambling, “Kids are so hard to understand.
“I don’t get it. Why did she suddenly start crying?”
Maya rarely cried.
At least over the past year, she had only cried a handful of times.
At an age when most kids that young were all over the place emotionally, the children she raised had been especially easy to handle.
Well, except for Edric.
Edric had been a crybaby when he was little.
Raymond seemed so sleep-deprived that he was half out of it and didn’t really register what Wendy was saying.
He muttered to himself, “The client has already given me the full list of targets. On the day of the meeting, there’ll be a crowd, and he’ll show up with one of them. He’s arranged for someone to create chaos ahead of time as cover. He says I just need to make sure my hands are steady when I pull the trigger.”
He paused and let out a faint scoff.
“He makes it sound easy, but there are too many targets this time. They have to be dealt with in batches. The escape routes and timing all need careful planning. If anything goes wrong at one step, everything falls apart.”
Raymond lazily rolled over and said, “But at least I don’t have to fake the scene afterward. Politicians are pretty experienced with that. Honestly, they’re more professional than I am.”
The couple was talking about completely different things.
One was lost in planning the mission, the other was stuck on her child’s strange behavior.
In the end, they realized nothing they’d said lined up.
Wendy immediately got annoyed. “Who wants to hear about your work?
“I’m talking to you about the kids. Were you even listening?
“If you ask me, if you’re bad at something, just practice more. You spend all day dealing with those
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politicians and their pointless nonsense. It’s so annoying.”
Every time Maya heard Raymond rambling about his work, her head felt like it was about to explode.
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She rarely bothered with planning. As long as she could sneak in, she just needed one gun to take care of the target.
Getting away afterward was even easier.
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