But Shirley felt sorry for her son, so she left a small bag for him and put it in her room.
Caspar was greedy for the snack. After class, he rushed into his mother's room to look for it. When he
was looking for it, the door was pushed open. He was so scared that he hid in the closet in a hurry.
Caspar still remembered that his mother went back to his grandmother's home, and his grandparents
of his father's family also went back to the countryside. Only his father was at home.
His father had always been strict with his children. He was afraid of being caught by his father and
beaten up again, so he didn't dare to say anything and hid in the wardrobe silently.
Then he saw the scene that he would never forget and never forgive his father.
Caspar hid in the wardrobe, worrying that his father would find him. He tightly grasped the clothes in
the wardrobe and looked outside nervously. There was a thin crack in the wardrobe, just enough for
him to see the figure outside. First, his father's tall figure came in, and he was even more afraid.
However, a soft voice said with a smile, "Don't you have a son at home?"
"School is not over yet." There was no emotion in Jason's voice. He was always serious in front of his
children.
Indeed, the class was over earlier than usual. Jason was busy. He didn't know that the children's
classes were two less than usual on Friday, and they had to go home 1.5 hours earlier than usual.
Caspar couldn't remember what else they said clearly. It was also because of his young age that he
couldn't understand most of their words. Then he saw clothes on the ground in horror. The woman he
hadn't seen just now stepped forward and walked towards Jason. He also approached the line of sight
observed by Caspar through the thin crack.
Then, his father, who he had always been respectful to, pressed the woman under him.
Jason always said that Caspar was a man who couldn't keep calm, but he really underestimated his
son. Caspar was much calmer than he imagined. When he realized that his father was doing
something bad, he didn't jump out in surprise. Instead, he covered his mouth and suppressed his voice.
After a long time, the woman slowly put on her clothes, and then quarreled with Jason for something.
Caspar was angry and surprised. He heard clearly that the woman said she was pregnant and wanted
Jason to divorce Shirley!
Jason said something and the woman said something. Then the two of them finally walked out of the
room. Caspar stayed in the wardrobe for a long time before he came out. He really rolled out because
his legs were completely numb and he couldn't stay in the wardrobe any longer. He came out with the
preserved fruit, which his mother carefully picked up, but he had no interest in it at that time. He ran
downstairs in one breath. He wanted to tell his mother and anyone else about it. He couldn't bear such
a secret in his little heart!
But in the evening, his father picked up his mother and came back together. Caspar didn't have the
chance to say anything to his mother. His mother was still smiling at the table and announced that she
was going to give birth to another child again. She was pregnant with a new child, which was Caspar's
younger sister.
Caspar thought of the word "divorce" that his father and that woman had spoken of. He knew that
divorce was a very bad thing. At that time, the newspaper, school and family elders often said that
someone was really unlucky that he divorced. In his opinion, divorce was a very bad thing for his
mother, and he would become a child without a mother.
That shameless secret was kept in his heart.
This matter forced him to grow up overnight. From then on, he was no longer willing to be close to his
father. He only protected his mother and sister wholeheartedly. In his father's eyes, he was no longer
the obedient son. He was a playboy.
As long as his sister and mother were happy, he had nothing to ask for. But this secret was finally
revealed because of the existence of Elsa.
When Caspar walked out of the house, he remembered the scene that his father pressed on another
woman when he was a child. He felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't help but vomit violently beside
the trash can. He didn't stand up until he vomited everything in his stomach. His chin was a little cold.
He touched it and didn't know when a tear fell.
He smiled with self-mockery and stood up. He happened to meet Jason coming out of the elevator.
Jason scolded, "Where are you going again?"
Facing such a father, Caspar couldn't say a word. He took a cold look at Jason, pressed the elevator
button and went straight in. Jason's face turned livid with anger. He thought of what happened to Elsa
today and didn't know how to face his son. He knew that his son must have known it from his mother.
Jason sighed and turned around to walk into the house.
The main bedroom was very big. Shirley opened the small bed and was already asleep. Hearing the
sound of him entering, Shirley closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Shirley had slept in separate beds with Jason for several years on the excuse that she didn't sleep well
and Jason was always busy at night. She didn't move to the guest room because she didn't want her
children to worry about her. She just temporarily opened the small bed every night and put it away in
the morning.
It turned out that she had already known about it since she was pregnant with Candice. So over the
years, she had been very fond of her two children and put all her heart on them. Shirley was tormented
by the bitter experience of her husband's betrayal and the fact that her husband had a daughter like her
daughter. She had endured for more than twenty years for the sake of her children. She was a calm
and elegant woman and didn't want to make any trouble. After the anger in the afternoon dissipated,
she had been so indifferent, also cold.
Jason turned on the bedside lamp and only saw her back. He whispered, "Shirley?"
Shirley was awake with tears in her eyes, but she didn't want to respond him. She closed her eyes and
pretended to be asleep.
Jason called her twice, but got no answer. He thought she was really asleep, so he went to wash
himself and go to bed. The night passed without a word.
When Casper returned home, there was a light left at the vestibule for him. The first thing he did when
he entered was to take out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. There seemed to be some sound in
the guest room, but he heard nothing later. After pouring a glass of wine, he turned around and found
that the table was covered with a lid. He opened it and saw a simple fried egg with tomato and
shredded pork with green pepper, which looked very appetizing. He hadn't eaten much for the whole
day, so he couldn't help but put it into the microwave oven to heat it. Then he looked at the electric rice
cooker, and sure enough, there was rice in it. He also heated it up, took it out and ate it in a big gulp.
The simple home cooking was something he had rarely eaten before, but unexpectedly it tasted so
good that his tongue was almost bitten off. He was so tired that he had no interest in drinking. He threw
the bowl into the sink and swaggered into his room, falling asleep on the bed. He didn't get up until
noon. He was awakened by the fragrance of food. When he came out, the door of the guest room was
closed gently.
When he walked into the kitchen, he found that it was already ten o'clock. He looked around with
hunger. The dirty bowls and chopsticks left last night had been washed and put aside neatly. There
were also traces of making breakfast, but the breakfast was nowhere to be found. Thinking of the
sound of door closing he heard just now, Caspar went straight over and knocked on the door. "Open
the door!"
Joyce opened the door nervously. As expected, there was a simple dining table on her bed, on which
there were egg pancakes. The smell of green onion was particularly fragrant.
Caspar's mouth watered with the fragrance. He walked over and took them all. Although a little angry,
Joyce didn't dare to speak too loudly. She gritted her teeth and said, "Hey, that's my breakfast!"
"I haven't asked you for the rent yet!" Caspar grabbed all the omelets with a teasing smile on his
handsome face. He grabbed a coat and walked out of the door without looking at Joyce.
Not daring to be angry, Joyce could only watch his tall back disappear from her sight.
In the morning, Elsa woke up, looking absent-minded at the scene on the bed. Soren went to bring her
breakfast, and said in surprise, "Elsa, you're awake. I've brought you your favorite food. Come on, have
a taste first."
All of a sudden, Elsa lost control of her emotions. She threw herself into Soren's arms and murmured,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Soren hurriedly held her in his arms, knowing the grievance and sadness in her heart, and comforted
her softly, "Silly girl, it's not your fault at all. It has nothing to do with you. Don't be sad."
He patted her on the back and comforted her in a soft voice, hoping to comfort her sadness. Elsa kept
crying and her eyes were swollen like peaches.
She couldn't eat the breakfast at all, and her mood was very unstable. No matter what Soren said, her
eyes were full of disappointment, as if she had lost her soul.
Jason had been here before, but Elsa didn't want to see him at all. Soren had to let him leave first.
Finally, Elsa was tired of crying. Soren fed her some water and let her continue to sleep. He held her in
his arms and didn't go out until she fell asleep. As soon as he came out, he saw Johnson and Blanche
coming in a hurry. They were about to come here yesterday when they knew about what happened to
Elsa, but they didn't get the air ticket, so they took the early morning flight to come here.
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