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Scapegoat Bride novel Chapter 73

Summary for Chapter 73: Scapegoat Bride

Chapter overview: Chapter 73 from Scapegoat Bride

In this standout chapter of the Internet novel Scapegoat Bride, iReader introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.

"That red door in front of us is my home." Tian Tian pointed to a cave deep in the alley. The small red door was extremely old.

Pushing open the crumbling door, he saw a small courtyard the size of a palm in front of him.

Although it was old and worn out, it had to be said that the head of the residence was certainly very virtuous. Not to mention the neat and orderly arrangement, just the courtyard itself was neat and tidy.

"Is anyone there? "Excuse me." Yun Ao Tian politely greeted them in the courtyard, and no one agreed even after a long while.

Tian Tian frowned, his mother should not be going out at this time?

He quickly opened the door to the room and saw that there was no one inside. "Father, come in."

The room in the back was the bedroom. The first thing he saw was a worn-out double bed, a table on his left side and a 19 inch black and white TV. The layout was very simple.

It was not polite to sit on the master's bed, so Yun Ao Tian could only stand.

Looking around, the room was filled with a familiar and disturbing smell ...

What was that smell?

With deeply furrowed brows, he looked at Tian Tian: "Did you raise a lavender?" This was undoubtedly the lavender's fragrance, so familiar that he could not be more familiar with it, and disgusted that he could not be more disgusted.

"Nope." Tian Tian shook his head: "Mom likes lavender, so the camphor at home is the smell of lavender."

It was really disgusting, and he couldn't stay any longer.

But for Tian Tian's sake, Yun Ao Tian could only try his best to ignore the smell of the Loathsome Evil.

It's really strange, what's good about this lavender Aroma? Why did the lady of the house like it?

Time passed. An hour had passed in a flash, but Tian Tian's foster mother still had not come back.

"Mom, where did you go?" He had truly been too anxious for Tian Tian.

He turned around, searching for the answer. He saw that the stove by the wall had not risen.

After hesitating for a bit, Yun Ao Tian touched Tian Tian's forehead: "Give Daddy that paper box pen."

"Alright." Ye Zichen nodded, then took out a piece of paper and a pen from the drawer and handed it to him.

Hello:

I accidentally met your adopted son by the side of the road, and we became like friends at first sight, obtaining your family's environment. I plan to adopt Tian Tian as my child, would you agree?

If you come home and see this note, you can call me, 13828888888, or come straight to my house, a Pynchon villa area, and discuss adoption with me.

Right now, Tian Tian will stay with me for the time being, I will treat him well.

In addition, although this 10,000 yuan is a little bit small, I still hope that you can accept it.

Person left behind: Yun Ao Tian

January 5, 2010

After writing the message, Yun Ao Tian placed the ten thousand gold on the table. After all, he still had to attend the banquet tonight, and the smell of lavender made him have a headache, so he had to leave first: "Tian Tian, let's go. Your mother will come find you when she sees the message."

"Oh." Nodding his head, Tian Tian unwillingly took one last glance at the home that he had lived in for two years, and then left together with Yun Ao Tian ...

The rows of single-story houses, the curved path, and the feeling of a passerby carrying a vegetable basket walking home made Han Yi Er, who was in the car, remember her home ...

It had probably been half a month since he last saw his mother, right?

I wonder if I can see my mother during the new year.

He was eating well and dressing well, but what about his mother?

Self-reproaching, Han Yi Er blamed herself better than her mother, blamed herself and left her mother, but what was she currently doing in exchange for good?

She had suffered so many insults and torments, and had even given up on her mother in exchange for the 'good' she had received today. However, this' good 'had caused her to feel so ashamed of her mother ...

She got out of the car and looked around at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings. She could only sigh in longing.

"You ..." The woman wanted to say something but stopped, her eyes filled with traces of sadness. Before Han Yi Er could finish picking up the things on the ground, she had already quickly left ...

When he looked up, the woman was gone.

What was going on?

Why would this woman's expression change when she saw Yun Ao Tian's car?

The child in her arms looked at least a year old. Where was her husband? Why not stay with her?

He carried the things on the ground, not knowing what to do, and looked left and right, but he couldn't find the woman's figure. Helpless, Han Yi Er put the two bags of fruits and vegetables into the carriage.

Not long later, Yun Ao Tian brought Tian Tian back to the car.

"What is this?" With two bags of stuff added on the back of the carriage, Yun Ao Tian was very curious.

"It was dropped by a young lady who just passed by. She left before I could give it to her."

What kind of woman was this?

Why did it fall down and not leave? Yun Ao Tian shook his head helplessly and slowly started the car.

As the car drove out of the alley, the woman with the baby in her arms, who had been hiding in the depths of the alley, walked out ...

Looking at the distant car ...

The woman's tears blurred her eyes, while the infant in her arms also cried incessantly ...

Wiping away her tears, the woman forced a smile and coaxed the child in her arms, "Baby, don't cry anymore. You should be happy to see daddy ..."

La la la la, Yun Ao Tian's son? He felt a sense of danger.

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