You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 409

Vicente had neat, short hair and was dressed in a set of androgynous clothes. At a first glance, he indeed looked like a man.

But the female voice just now did come from his mouth.

It was obviously a woman's voice.

Nina couldn’t help but wonder if he was actually a woman in disguise.

She took a more careful look at Vicente. Now that the seed of doubt had germinated, everything about him seemed bizarre in her eyes.

The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it felt for her. A feminine man? He was simply not a man!

"You’re not a man." The Barbie dolls in Nina's arms fell to the floor. She wasn’t asking. She was stating, and there was an indubitable certainty in her tone.

Vicente squinted and asked harshly, "Who allowed you to come up here?!"

This time, his voice sounded like a man’s.

Nina was a little taken aback. This was the first time she ever saw Vicente having such a cold, furious look.

"Your mom took me here," Nina answered.

Nina looked at the woman who was now hiding behind Vicente. When Vicente looked at his scared mother, his anger faded almost in a flash.

"My mother’s mentally ill. She probably mistook you for my younger sister. Please forgive her."

Although he apologized, it sounded extremely perfunctory. Nina remained silent and just stared at the two people suspiciously for a while. The female voice still echoed in her ears.

After a while, she finally asked, "Didn't you say you have no sister?"

"She's dead," Vicente said emotionlessly, as if he had said these few words countless times.

Silence sank into the room.

Nina kept looking at Vicente with a gaze filled with surprise, skepticism, and suspicion. When he looked away, she happened to catch a glimpse of serenity in his gaze. It wasn't a normal kind of serenity. It was the kind of serenity belonging to someone who had surrendered to fate and had no hope in life.

Just like when he decided to marry Nina no matter what, he had already accepted his fate, so he wouldn’t put up any unnecessary struggle or resistance.

Neither of them spoke, but in that split second their eyes met, they seemed to have conveyed a lot to each other.

A loud slapping noise broke the awkward silence and snapped the two people out of their thoughts. Mrs. Nangong slapped herself hysterically. "You're not dead. Don't say that you’re dead. It's all my fault."

"Mom!" Vincente hastily caught her hands to stop her action. In a moment of desperation, his voice accidentally reverted back to that of a woman. He held his mother's face and blew her red cheek gently.

But Mrs. Nangong still struggled to get free and tried to continue slapping herself. "Mom, don't do this." Vicente desperately pulled her into his arms. His eyes were bloodshot. "Your daughter is here. I'm not dead, and I've never blamed you."

In fact, he did blame his mother before. As time passed by, however, his resentment gradually faded, and he was too mentally exhausted to complain.

He knew that he had to accept his fate.

Mrs. Nangong's mental state changed quickly. Up until a few seconds ago, she was still slapping herself and shouting hysterically. Now, she was patting Vicente's back softly to comfort him like a loving mother would do. "My daughter is good. You're the best. You always listen to me."

To say Nina was shocked was an understatement. She had almost been sure of her conjecture, but the knowledge of Vicente's ability to change his voice at a whim created a new doubt in her mind.

Had Vicente learned to change his voice so that he could speak to his mother in his sister's voice?

Judging from the current situation, this was most likely the case.

She must get to the bottom of this today no matter what.

"Mom, go downstairs first. I have something to do with my friend now. I’ll play with you after I finish my business, okay?" Vicente coaxed with a smile.

Mrs. Nangong nodded but glanced nervously at the Barbie dolls scattered on the floor. Vicente, who understood her worry, said, "Don’t worry, Mom. I like your gifts."