Chapter 856


    I was quite relieved and asked, "Tell me what your favorite food is and I''ll bring some more for you


    later."


    "I''m fine with anything. I''m not a picky eater.”


    After a pause, Susan continued, "But don''t bring too much because I can’t finish everything all by


    myself. It''ll be a waste if they go bad."


    "Okay."


    After hanging up the phone, I looked around the kitchen but could not find a takeout container.


    I walked to the kitchen door and shouted outside the vi, "Can youe here for a moment,


    Theo?"


    After shouting, I continued to look for a takeout container.


    The sound of footsteps was heard and I asked, "Theo, d o we have takeout containers at home? I’m


    going to pack the food now so you can send them to Susan when I''m done."


    I did not get a response for a long time and looked up curiously.


    I was stunned to see that it was Petra.


    She took out the takeout container from the cab, and a look of surprise emerged on my face.


    She looked


    at me and said, "There are a few takeout containers here. Do you think they''re en—"


    When she saw me looking at her with a puzzled expression, the smile on her face turned stiff. Her


    countenance was a little awkward. "Theo and your... dad went for a walk together."


    I nodded and took the containers from her, saying ndly, "Thanks."


    "Can I help you with anything?" She stood beside me, asking.


    I shook my head, saying a little indifferently, "No, thank you."


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    My overly distant tone silenced her.


    After filling the containers with food and seeing her still standing behind me, I was stunned and


    walked straight out of the kitchen without saying anything to her.


    She held my wrist and I frowned, sounding a little displeased. "What is it?"


    "Can we talk, Wanda?" Petra''s tears were at the brink o f flowing out. Although she had gotten on in


    years now, her beauty was still clear to see.


    I turned back to look at her, my gaze falling on her worn-out face. I felt a pang in my heart. It was as


    though someone was clenching my heart. It was so painful to even take a breath.


    Why was this happening?


    I did not know.


    I finally found my voice. I looked at her and carried myself in a slightly distant manner. "I don''t think


    we should talk.”


    I did not want to experience the feeling of ripping apart old wounds again and then analyze why I


    was once hurt.


    Her choking voice rang out in my ears as she said," Wanda, I know you hate me, but I... I..."


    But what?


    Was she going to say that she loved me?


    How absurd.


    The reason why a wound was called a wound was that it would always be there, even until death.


    I could bring myself to not hate her, but I could not forgive her.


    If I forgave her, I would feel sorry for my dead baby.


    I looked outside the window. The sun was shining and I could hear Munchkinughing vaguely.


    I took a deep breath and looked calmly at Petra. "I’m a person with a really poor memory. Thinking


    about it now, my memories before I was ten have be somewhat blurred, but there are some


    things in my mind that I still remember until now."