Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 799

Chapter 799 They Met the Woman Who Had
Kidnapped Them

Timothy and Janet exchanged a glance and went straight to the men's clothing section of the mall.

"Mom, this is Dad's first birthday with us. Aren't you going to give Dad a gift?"

"What does your birthday have to do with him? Why would I prepare gifts for him?" Lucia couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Janet folded her arms and responded seriously, "Without Mom and Dad, there would be no us. So you and Dad should also get gifts."

It was said that a child's birthday was the mother's suffering day. These two children were something. They only thought about preparing gifts for August, and it was so unfair.

Lucia looked happy on purpose, and said angrily, "I didn't see any gifts prepared for me."

"Here it is..." Timothy took out a small delicate box from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand, "This is a gift prepared by Dad for you, and I'm now giving it to you."

Opening the box, Lucia found there was a delicately shaped pendant in the shape of a butterfly inside, which looked vivid and beautiful.

"Dad said that you don't usually like to wear necklaces, so he's just giving you a pendant. You can change it into a bracelet or a brooch." Timothy said again.

Lucia smiled slightly. It seemed she didn't even notice this subtle change herself, but Timothy and Janet noticed it.

Janet tugged at her sleeve and said sweetly, "We are the crystallization of the love between you and Dad. Mom, you and Dad have raised us, so you deserve a gift of love."

Lucia felt warm when she heard Janet's words, and she carefully put the necklace into her backpack. Then she took the hands of the two children and said softly, "There is no need to prepare a gift for him. You are the best gift for him."

Lucia kept her promise. After shopping in the mall all morning, she was carrying many shopping bags, but there was nothing in them for August.

Timothy and Janet tried their best to persuade her, but she was determined to ignore August.

Although Timothy and Janet were fully disguised, the image and temperament of the mother and children were still very eye-catching in the crowd. A clerk wearing an apron stopped the three of them.

"Excuse me, Ms., I'm an employee of the ceramic shop next door. I see that you have a very close relationship with your children.

Would you like to customize a gift for your children?"

This kind of situation of blocking customers on their way was common, and the promotional slogans were the same. Lucia directly waved her hand to refuse, but the clerk did not intend to give in and raised the ceramic sculpture in her hand.

"We have a professional teacher in our store who can teach you how to make a suitable portrait for your children. This is more memorable than a photo. Are you sure you don't want to think about it?"

Lucia's eyes fell on the lifelike clay sculpture. Looking at the lifelike clay sculpture of human bodies, she somehow nodded and followed the clerk into the store.

When she was studying directing abroad, she had studied basic painting courses for a while, so the teacher didn't give her much guidance, and the ceramic sculpture in her hands already looked quite good.

Timothy and Janet looked at the pottery sculpture that had been made into the image of their family of four and smiled at each other. They quickly adjusted the appropriate paint and waited to color the finished product.

Looking at the pottery figurine that had just been baked in her hand, Lucia wiped the fine sweat from her forehead. Her face was a little gloomy. She was angry with August, but why did she make such a thing?

Fortunately, the finished coloring was very good. There were two cute clay dolls stuck to the legs of the two big clay figurines with the right proportions, which looked quite like them in person.

Lucia waited for the pottery to dry. From the aisle outside the store gradually came the sound of quarreling, and it became louder and louder. There were already many spectators discussing around.

A middle-aged woman was shoving a young woman. Judging from their appearance, they looked like a mother and her daughter.

Next to the two of them was a young boy leaning on the railing and playing games. He was wearing a couture suit and looked like a rich second generation, which was in stark contrast to the mother and daughter next to him. It seemed he didn't care about the quarrel between the two women at all.

"Your younger brother is already fifteen years old, and he will be embarrassed if he doesn't have a house for him to go to high school. Do you want those rich second generations to look down on him?"

The young woman lowered her head, and her slender body was trembling slightly. Faced with her mother's shoving and insulting words, she explained in a crying voice, "The debt I owed when you went to the hospital last time has not been paid off. I have no more money."

"I'm your mother, and you should pay for my medical bills." The older woman became more gloom. She reached out and pinched her daughter hard, "Aren't you working in a big company? Isn't your salary very high? How can't you even afford a house?"

The younger woman didn't speak anymore. She wiped her eyes carelessly with the back of her hand, and the sound of sniffling was audible.

After glaring at her bitterly, her mother sat on the ground and began to cry, "Why is my life so hard? How could I give birth to such a useless thing? Are you going to make me sleep on the street?"

"Mom..." The younger woman sobbed and tried to help her mother up, but she was pushed down to the ground.

The younger woman bit her lips and looked at her cursing mother. She took out her wallet with trembling fingers and stuffed it into her mother's hand, sobbing intermittently, "I'll buy it. I'll buy it! There's still some money here. You take it back and spend it first. I'll find a way next month."

The middle-aged woman grabbed her wallet and immediately stopped crying. She got up and patted the dust off her clothes. She never looked at her daughter again, and looked at the young man beside her affectionately, "Son, didn't you just take a fancy to a shirt?"

When the younger woman who fell on the ground heard her words, she finally couldn't restrain herself, hugged her knees, and burst into tears.