Scapegoat Bride novel Chapter 5

Back in my small house, which was only 30 square meters, in December, the house was cold without heating, almost like an icehouse.

The only solution was patience? Because I don't have the money.

"Mom, is it cold?" Looking at my mother on the bed, I knew she wouldn't pay any attention to me, because.

He had to start from a young age.

I was born in the country, and my mother never smiled at me from the moment I was born. So my mother doesn't smile at me the way other children's mothers smile at me?

No matter what my mother cooked for me in kindergarten, no matter how much I didn't like it, I would tell my mother, "Mom, it's delicious!" I thought it would win my mother's smile, but it didn't.

In elementary school, my grades were always A + every time I showed my mother an excellent report card: "Mom, I got A +" I thought I would get a smile from my mother, but there was no.

I was sent to high school, where I got a scholarship every year, because of my poor family. I would give all my money to my mother, but my mother would not only not laugh, she would not even talk to me.

It was because his mother's spirit had completely collapsed ...

I don't understand. Why would my mother's mind collapse when I was so obedient? Other people have parents to accompany, and I have never seen my father since childhood, but I will not ask my mother, where has my father gone? Because I could feel that Mom didn't seem to like me asking this question.

Am I not good enough? So he forced his mother to a mental breakdown?

It wasn't until the arrival of my distant uncle that I knew why my mother never smiled.

My father married my mother for five years, and my father went to work in the metropolis. He would have come back a few times a year, but gradually he lost all contact with my mother.

My mother was waiting for my father day and night. A divorce agreement and a letter were waiting for me.

The letter said that my father had become a member of the Wealthy Class a few years ago because of a story about a celebrity, and now that his child was born, he had no time to look after my mother, who had already had me in her womb.

Ever since then, my mother's smile had disappeared. If it wasn't for the fact that she was pregnant with me, perhaps she wouldn't be able to live until now. After giving birth to me, my mother's state of mind was slowly declining.

Until my mother broke down completely in high school.

There were no pictures of my father at home, no clues about him. I know! It was my father who seized my mother's smile. I hate my father! I hate him!

I must work hard, work hard, and find my father to avenge my mother!

Uncle didn't know where his father was right now. He only knew that his surname was Lu.

I spent all the savings of my family to sell the country house.

At that time, the school sent me a notice to attend school in the city. This was a good opportunity for me. It would be more convenient for me to look for the father who had abandoned his wife and daughter.

"If you don't have any money, you can come to my shop to serve as a Miss Wine Master. 5000 RMB per month. If you work for a year, you can repay the debt!" The man's voice was loud. My mother was lying on the bed, and I was afraid they might scare my mother.

"Please, three days, three days, okay? Just give me three days, and I'll promise to return the sixty thousand dollars to you, okay? " Once the script for the British Emperor is finalized, then the money for the script can be repaid.

Seeing my pitiful appearance and Mother Sang's pleading, the man didn't make things difficult for me anymore and left ...

Three days later, I brought the script to the Royal Group.

The grand and resplendent building looked very solemn, and the staff were all filled with elegance.

Entering the elevator, all of the OLs in the offices looked at me with disdain.

Yes, they were all wearing designer uniforms, and I had to wear a shabby stall.

There was no time for money in the house to tell me to buy clothes. Since I was a child, I had worn old clothes from my neighbors, and I never compared myself to anyone else because I knew that my mother was not easy.

Until I knew my mother's past I had been more frugal, more in love with my mother.

Even though she didn't smile or give me any tenderness, she should be grateful if she could raise me, and that treacherous father of hers was the main culprit in seizing my mother's warmth!