Come on Daddy!

Chapter 89 You Are Not My Daughter, But a Disaster

His eyes were so eager, eager for his father's answer, eager for maternal love.

"Wyatt, that is not your mother." Matthew stood still and denied.

"But she looks just like mother." Wyatt looked at the woman wearing delicate makeup and asked again.

"She is not mother." There was a note of displeasure in Matthew's voice. "Mom's gone home. She's gone to Grandma's. How could she be here??"

Wyatt bit his lip and did not accept his father's answer.

"Come on." Matthew pulled his son away.

But Wyatt looked back at the woman in black, with hope and deep expectation in his eyes.

And that woman happened to look over, with a gorgeous smile on her face, and when she saw Wyatt, she smiled more charmingly.

The young man put his arm around her waist and smirked, trying to kiss her.

She coquettishly pushed that man away, then gently said, "You are really bad."

"Women love bad men, don't they? Give me a kiss." The young man put his arm around her tiny waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Would the woman be Wyatt's mother, Matthew's ex-wife?

Rose didn't believe it at all.

It was not a problem to marry a good lady with Matthew's conditions.

That woman just looked like a social butterfly who didn't deserve Matthew.

However, Wyatt's eyes and look told that he didn't mistake his mother. A child would not mistake his own mother.

Matthew was colder than he had been. He was calm, horribly calm.

Rose led Doris without speaking and followed Matthew to a Land Rover.

The children got in first, and then she followed. Matthew drove out of the parking lot without saying a word.

The woman in the mirror dwindled into a black dot bit by bit and then disappeared.

Matthew lowered the window a little to let some air in, which eased the suffocating atmosphere in the car.

After a moment, Matthew remembered something, "Miss Linder, where do you live? I'll take you home."

"Mr. Sue, just drop us off in the front corner." Rose could tell that Matthew was in a bad mood.

What he needed now was calmness and she didn't want to disturb him much.

"Okay." Matthew didn't say much.

A few meters ahead, Matthew pulled over and Rose took Doris out.

"Thank you, Mr. Sue. Goodbye." said Rose, "Send me a message when you are home."

Matthew just nodded. His face was hidden in the shadow, and his eyes were gloomy.

Rose and Doris waved to them. Wyatt looked at Doris and choked back his tears.

"See you tomorrow, Doris."

Wyatt leaned over the window.

"Yes." Doris nodded heavily.

Matthew started the car until it merged into the traffic and disappeared.

Doris shook Rose's hand. "Mom, Mr. Sue isn't happy."

"Everyone has their emotions." Rose looked at Doris. Even she was so sensitive, let alone Wyatt.

"Is it because of the woman in the black dress?" Doris asked.

"Maybe." Rose sighed gently.

"Is that woman really Wyatt's mother?" Doris asked continuously.

"I don't know." Rose pitied the motherless child, who longed for maternal love.

And Doris? She also was eager for paternal love, but she was more sensible than Wyatt and didn't show her desire in front of Rose.

Not showing it didn't mean she didn't need a father.

Perhaps Jane was right. An complete family was too important for children.

And for Doris, shouldn't she try and talk it over with Bright?

"Let's go home." Rose took a deep breath and hailed a taxi.

In the car, Rose held Doris, thinking about Wyatt and looking at Doris. She was so upset.

At the Linder family, Rose got out of the car with Doris, who was already asleep, and walked upstairs.

She put Doris on the bed and tucked her up before she went downstairs to see her grandmother.

Her grandmother had just fallen asleep. She was not well recently and she needed to some more rest.

Rose sat by the bed and looked at her grandmother's wrinkled face in the yellow light, "Grandma," she said, "what do you think I should do?"

It was as if she were talking to her grandmother, but also as if she were talking to herself.

But what answered her was the wind whistling through the window...

Rose stayed for a long time before she came out of the room and happened to meet Chandler, who had just come back from a party, and he yelled.

"Rose, stand there!" Chandler had probably had drunken a lot and his face was a little red.

"Dad, grandma has gone to bed, and it's late now. Let's talk tomorrow." Rose didn't want to talk too much to someone who had been drunk.

"You've got the guts, right? Using grandma to force me to buy you a car? Just think about the dirty things you've done. Do you think you deserve to be my daughter?" Chandler was having a bad day. He didn't feel good at home and he was having a tough time outside, so he lost temper in front of Rose.

"You don't deserve it! You don't even deserve to enter this house! If you are smart, go away with your bastard! I don't want to see you, nor does my family want to see you!" All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Who the hell are you? When you came back, my business goes to the wall. Do you know what I've been through today? It is because of you that our family became so unlucky. We shouldn't have given birth to you!"

Chandler pulled off his tie, saying the harsh words.

No matter what he said, Rose just stood there, silent.

"You're not my daughter. You're just a jinx..."

"Is that enough?" Rose said coldly.

"Rose, you're not my daughter, go away. Go away now! Ahh!"

Grandma slapped Chandler in the face and sent him tumbling on the sofa.

"Chandler, don't you dare say such things!" Grandma clenched her fist and trembled with anger.

"Mom, I've born these words in my heart for years. Why don't you let me say it?!"

Chandler tried to get up from the sofa, but fell back down weakly. "Mom, I have to speak out the truth even you want to beat me to death! Tell her, she isn't my daughter. She has no relationship with the Linder family!"