mtl008 Chapter 172 Dad said she was the child of his savior 1
Chapter 172 Dad said she was the child of his savior 1
In the cozy living room, the dim light shone on the leather sofa. Dad looked at Mom with a smile, his voice trembling slightly as he said:
“Darling, this is the child of our savior. You know, we’re not really related. If we don’t take her in, she’ll be all alone in the orphanage.”
The father's eyes were full of earnestness and expectation, as if he wanted to get a positive answer from the mother.
The mother sat in the chair opposite, her gaze lingering on the little girl for a moment.
The little girl was indeed extremely cute, her big, watery eyes looking pitifully at her mother, a hint of unease and longing flickering in them.
Even so, the mother's expression remained unchanged; she merely frowned slightly and did not agree to adopt the little girl.
Seeing Mom's reaction, Dad's face showed undisguised disappointment.
The little girl seemed to realize something as well. Her small body began to tremble slightly, and then she suddenly threw herself into her father's arms, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, and cried loudly, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and anxieties in her heart.
I stood aside, watching this scene, and felt a pang of pity.
This little girl, who was about my age, evoked my pity with her helplessness.
I hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran back to my room, picked up my favorite doll, and wanted to comfort her.
But as soon as I took a few steps, my older brother and sister called out to me and quickly pulled me back. Their eyes revealed a hint of worry and warning, indicating that I should not move around.
Seeing the little girl crying so sadly, the father finally gritted his teeth and decided to keep her at home. However, he sighed and said, "Just let her stay for one night. I'll figure out how to send her away tomorrow."
That evening, Dad's behavior became somewhat unusual.
He was exceptionally warm towards me. While my mother, older brother, and older sister were busy preparing dinner or doing housework, my father suddenly came over, hugged me tightly, and showed me an affection I had never seen before, while constantly trying to make me laugh.
The laughter echoed in the room, attracting the mother's attention.
When Mom came out of the kitchen and saw Dad holding me, a look of horror flashed in her eyes. She then quickly walked over, took me from Dad's arms, and held me tightly in her embrace.
The mother's eyes sharpened instantly, and she shouted, "What are you doing?"
At this moment, the mother's brows were tightly furrowed into a "川" shape, her lips trembled slightly with anger, and her face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.
Dad seemed startled by the sudden shout, his hands paused for a moment, but he quickly resumed his nonchalant demeanor.
"I can only play with Susu. Can't I be close to my own daughter?"
As she spoke, she winked at me, trying to ease the awkward and tense atmosphere.
Mom glared at Dad, her chest heaving with anger.
She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "You better watch out!"
Then my mother handed me over to my older brother and sister so they could play with me.
Throughout the entire ordeal, my older siblings never allowed me to interact with my father alone again.
Night fell quickly, and the stars outside the window twinkled faintly.
I was lying in bed, about to drift off to sleep, when I suddenly heard the door being gently pushed open.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and, by the moonlight, saw that it was my mother who came in.
She didn't say anything, but gently lay down beside me, and then pulled her older brother and sister closer to her as well.
I could feel my mother's body trembling slightly. Her arms were wrapped tightly around me, so tightly that it made me feel uncomfortable.
I turned my head and, by the moonlight, saw that my mother's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat and her face was as pale as paper.
Although I was a little breathless from being held so tightly, I was still sensible enough not to struggle and let my mother hold me, thinking that maybe this would give her nightmares.
I also have nightmares, and nightmares are terrifying.
The next morning, the family sat around the table for breakfast, the air filled with the faint aroma of food.
The father looked at the little girl sitting quietly eating beside him and said again, "This child is too pitiful, let's adopt her."
As he said this, his eyes were full of pity, and his voice softened unconsciously.
The once quiet dining table fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing, their eyes shifting back and forth between the father and the little girl.
After a long while, the mother raised her head, looked deeply at the little girl, then at the father, and finally nodded gently, saying, "Alright, let's adopt her."
From then on, the little girl officially became a member of the family. Her father doted on her and doted on her every day.
Whether going for a walk or shopping at the supermarket, the father always holds the little girl in his arms, afraid that she might suffer any grievances.
Moreover, the father specially prepared a spacious and bright room for the little girl, filled with all kinds of toys and pretty little decorations.
My brother, sister, and I could only squeeze into our original room, watching the little girl enjoy her father's meticulous care. We couldn't help but feel a little lost and wronged.
In our spacious house, there are so many rooms that you can't even count them all.
My brother, sister, and I each had more than enough room, but now we've ended up in this incomprehensible situation.
I told my older brother and sister my feelings, feeling wronged, that we could each have our own comfortable and independent space instead of being crammed together like this.
However, my older brother and sister just smiled, patted my head, and said gently to me:
"Susu, it would be great if the three of us siblings lived together, which would strengthen our bond."
But I just can't figure out what's so good about it.
There's always been a knot in my heart that I can't untie: why does my father, who used to love me so much, now seem like someone else's father?
Every time I see the father showing such care and concern for the little girl, my heart aches as if it's being pricked by needles.
I couldn't help but confide my questions to my older siblings, but they just gently patted my head as usual and said, "Susu, you'll be fine when you grow up!"
grow up?
I'm only seven years old.
When do we realize we've grown up?
What puzzled me even more was that my older brother and sister seemed quite happy about their father's doting on the little girl.
The mother would make the little girl do chores.
Even though she's the same age as me, how can such a young child handle those household chores?
Every time her father saw the little girl doing chores, he would look at her with heartache and try to persuade her mother, muttering to himself:
“This is our benefactor’s child. We should pamper her and not let her do any work, especially since she is so young.”