Such a Rude and Noisy Woman novel Chapter 92

"Mom, stop kidding. I'm serious. Look at you, sitting in a wheelchair. Do you really think I can leave you now?" Rachel cried out to Fannie. Yes, Fannie could go out in a wheelchair. But how would she use the toilet or go to bed, let alone cook for herself? Rachel could never forgive herself if she left her mother like that.

"Don't worry about me, my dear. Haven't you heard? The girl next door is out of a job, so she's free at home now. I can ask her to take care of me until I can manage things myself. I'll pay her. Listen, go back to H City and wait for Hiram. I'm fine, "

Fannie said to Rachel briskly. In the village, a good neighbor was better than a brother. The neighbors had been getting along well for dozens of years. They wouldn't leave her alone in her time of need, they would look after her.

Rachel took a seat beside her mom. She took Fannie's hand in hers and said gently, "Dear mom, nothing happened between me and Hiram. We're fine. Even if there's been a misunderstanding, we will talk it out. Would you please just give me a month? I'll stay here and look after you. Now, calm down and don't worry, please!"

"No way!" Fannie exclaimed. "Of course I'm worried about you, and I'll keep worrying as long as you're here. Think about it. You've been here for half a month already. Hiram hasn't come to see you. In fact, he hasn't even called you. I don't know what will happen if things go on like this." Fannie was quite stubborn. She shoved a pair of chopsticks into Rachel's hands and urged her to have lunch. "Stop talking. Finish your lunch quickly, and then make your way back to H City."

Rachel didn't know what to say. It was hard for her to explain her situation to her mom, and anyway, she couldn't tell the truth about it.

Fannie was already overreacting to the lie that Rachel and Hiram had quarreled. If Rachel told her the truth that Hiram and her were divorced, it would drive Fannie so crazy that she might even kill her.

Rachel sighed to herself. This was the most flavorless lunch she had ever had.

After lunch, Fannie urged her to pack her things quickly. The bus heading to H City would leave at half past one. If she didn't hurry up, it would leave without her.

Rachel had no choice but to follow what Fannie told her to do. She packed up her luggage and went next door. She asked the girl Fannie had mentioned to look after Fannie, and handed her some money.

Now that she had been kicked out by her own mother, she had nowhere to go but finally went back to H City.

It had been half a month since she left her apartment in H City. She spent the whole afternoon tidying it up, not realizing that it was getting dark.

She was sitting on the sofa in the living room alone. She tried to avoid looking at her bedroom, but everything that had happened that night kept playing in her mind slowly, like a movie. She wanted to get it out of her mind, but it just started over and over again. What could she do?

Rachel wanted to find something to distract herself from it. She took out her phone and saw a text coming from Celine, asking whether she had returned to H City.

Rachel texted her back right away, saying that she had come back to H City.

A few minutes later, Rachel got a call from Celine. "Hey, Rachel, we're missing you so much. You're just in time. We're at a restaurant now, the whole team. Come and join us! Let's have fun!"

Lying down on the sofa and turning the TV on, Rachel said to Celine, "Sorry, I can't make it. I'm totally worn out. I can hardly get up from my sofa. Next time, maybe. Have fun!" A quite popular TV show was on now.

"No, we're waiting for you. If you don't come here now, we'll come to you. Hm, we'll take this chance to visit that fancy villa of yours! You decide!" Celine said briskly. It sounded like she would show up at any moment.

Rachel shook her head with a frail smile on her face. She turned off the TV and got up. "Okay, okay, you win. I'm coming. Where are you guys? Text me the address. See you soon."

Rachel went to the bathroom and took a shower. She got changed and put on some makeup. Celine had already sent her the address, so she grabbed her bag and left.

It was nightfall when she got to the restaurant. She got off the taxi and walked inside.

Suddenly, the whole room burst into applause, overwhelming Rachel. Everyone welcomed her so warmly that she felt flattered, even though she thought it was more than she deserved.

Celine and several female teammates rushed to her and smothered her in a hug. "Two weeks, what a long time! Rachel, we miss you so much! How are you doing? How about your mom? Is she getting better?"

"Thank you, all of you! She's fine now, she's getting better and better. I'm so flattered. People might think I just returned in triumph from a tough battle! I don't deserve this, really. You're embarrassing me!" Rachel quipped, laughing. She took a seat in the center of the room.

"You feel embarrassed? Please don't! You should get used to this as soon as possible. You'll be our boss in a few days. We're going to ride on your coattails and never get down, " Celine said eagerly, "Raise your glasses, everybody! To Rachel, and our brand new future! Bottoms up!"

Rachel raised her glass and toasted to the people around her before chugging it. Exhilarated, she looked around at the familiar faces. She was missing the past three years when they had worked together. She felt thankful for the days when all she had to do was to work hard without worrying about anything.

But those days were long gone. Time waits for no man, they said. Rachel wished she could go back and start over. This time, she would appreciate everything. But she knew very well that she was just daydreaming.

The excitement still hadn't died down after dinner, so everybody decided to spend more time together. They went to a bar to continue their party.

The bar was packed at that hour. Everyone inside seemed lost in the noise.

There was a rock singer on stage singing his heart out. Surrounded by the bright lights and loud music, young people were letting loose on the dance floor.