Chapter 157


    Every time Lucinda thought of that mentally unstable woman, her biological mother, she can''t help


    but feel a pang of heartache.


    When she first found out that she wasn''t a natural-born Moore, she thought she had been


    abandoned by her biological parents.


    However, when her adoptive mother handed her some old baby clothes and a ne and she


    heard the unstable woman calling out for her baby in her dreams twice, she started to suspect she


    wasn''t abandoned after all.


    When the woman from her dreams became a reality, standing in front of her, clutching a doll and


    calling it baby, unable to recognize her own son, Lucinda felt as if her heart was being sliced open


    with a knife.


    Was it her disappearance that caused her mother''s mental breakdown?


    Ironically, the mother and daughter reunite but can''t recognize each other.


    If she hadn''t dreamed of her twice, she would never have guessed that the unstable woman was


    her biological mother.


    Maybe she would have missed the chance to recognize each other over and over again.


    "What has she been through all these years? She''s be so"


    Lucinda choked up.


    Stefan held her tightly,forting her in a soft voice: "Lucy, don''t think too much for now; everything


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    Lucinda held him back tightly.


    Even though they''ve only been married for a short time, less than a month, they''ve been through so


    much together, things she could never have imagined happening.


    She''s a storyteller, and her novels were filled withplex plots, but she knew that novels were just


    fiction and can''t be taken seriously.


    Who would have thought that real life could also be filled with suchplicated plots?


    No wonder people said that fiction stemmed from life.


    Lucinda had bumped into a woman who might be her biological mother, and after Lucinda left,


    Cecilia locked up her shop, hopped on her electric bike, and headed home.


    Who knew she would be stopped by Owen''s convoy on the way?


    Owen looked pissed.


    Cecilia knew why. But it wasn''t her fault.


    Why was Owen angry?


    Owen rolled down the window andmanded Cecilia, "Get in the car!"


    "Why?"


    Impatiently, Owen replied, "What else could it be? My grandfather wants us to have dinner together,


    together!"


    He emphasized the word "together".


    He thought getting a marriage certificate was enough and that Cecilia signing the agreement would


    keep their marriage a secret, but he overlooked the fact that his grandfather wouldn''t let him hide


    his marriage.


    Even if he hadn''t announced Cecilia''s identity to the public, in the Martinez family, Cecilia''s identity


    needs to be made public.


    The reason they''re going home for dinner tonight was definitely because of this.


    "Move it, get in the car. If the paparazzi see you and start rumors, I''ll dock your allowance for a


    year."


    Cecilia red at him and said, "What about my electric bike?"


    Looking at her bike, Owen coldly said, "Dump it."


    Just a few hundred dor electric bike, and she rode it around town; it''s embarrassing. If people


    found out his wife''s vehicle was an electric bike, how would he exin it?


    Cecilia replied, "I just bought it recently; it cost me over three hundred dors. You go ahead; I''ll put


    the bike back at home and take a taxi."


    Owen said displeasedly, "Didn''t you hear what I just said? My grandfather wants me to take you


    home for dinner! Get in the car! You treat a three hundred dor electric bike like a treasure."


    Cecilia just walked away.


    She didn''t want to argue with Mr. Malicious.


    His words were unbearable; every extra word was unnecessary.


    His attitude made her feel like she had done something wrong.


    When in fact, it was he who was ipetent, threatened by his own grandfather, yet he bullied her.


    Was she easy to bully?


    They had a contract, and she was being paid to do this.


    Owen fell silent.


    He really wanted to tell the driver to step on it and run over that disobedient girl.


    But he only thought about it; Owen was still rational after all.


    After all, she''s now his wife.


    They just got their marriage certificate today.


    "We''ll wait at the Yates family."


    Owenpromised, instructing the driver to head to the Yates family.


    Upon reaching the Yates family, Owen didn''t go in.


    His grandfather was kicked out of his home by Cecilia''s grandfather, and if he dared to enter the


    Yates family, he''d probably get kicked out too.


    That would be humiliating.


    Owen preferred to wait outside rather than lose face.


    Looking at the entrance of the Yates family, Owen naturally remembered the first time he noticed


    Cecilia: she drenched him with a bucket of ice water, leaving him shivering and catching a severe


    cold.


    However, when he caught a cold, Ruby didn''t think of looking after him.


    She only cared about Stefan.


    Thinking about Ruby pping Cecilia after seeing her by his side and making up an excuse, she


    must care about him; otherwise, she wouldn''t do that.


    Owen thought too much.


    Ruby cared about Owen, not because she loved him, but because she didn''t want Owen to be


    shared with other women.


    She didn''t love Owen, but she enjoyed his good treatment. Whenever she needed help, a call to


    Owen would do the trick.


    Having such an excellent and powerful man as her loyal admirer satisfied Ruby''s self-esteem.


    Ruby rode her electric bike slowly.


    By the time she reached home, it was already dark.


    She saw Owen''s convoy parked far from her house.


    Sheughed mockingly but didn''t bother to go argue with Owen.


    She parked her electric bike at home, secretly put the documents back in her mother''s room, and


    then, with her marriage certificate, she made up an excuse and slipped out the door.


    "Cecilia, aren''t you having dinner? You just got back and you''re leaving again; where are you


    going?"


    Cecilia''s mother chased her out of the house.


    "Mom, Lucy asked me out for dinner; she''s waiting for me outside; I''ll go first; you guys eat; don''t


    wait for me."


    Cecilia answered while running away.


    Cecilia''s mother didn''t suspect anything.


    "Come back early."


    "Mom, don''t bother locking the door; I''m going to hit the mall after dinner and won''t be back anytime


    soon, so don''t wait up for me."


    Cecilia figured she might be getting homete since she was nning on heading back with Owen.


    So she told her mom not to wait.


    With that, Cecilia was out the door.


    Ba Yates paused in the yard, lingering for a second before turning back. As she walked, she


    muttered, "Why wouldn''t Lucindae in?"


    The two kids were thick as thieves; Lucinda was always over at the Yates'' ce, and Ba pretty


    much considered her another daughter. Now that Lucinda showed up but didn''te in, it didn''t sit


    right with Ba. It just wasn''t like Lucinda.


    Maybe it was the Anderson crowd.


    Ba figured Stefan was tagging along, which would exin why Lucinda showed up but didn''t


    come in.


    So she didn''t give it a second thought.


    After all, Stefan was the Anderson heir, high and mighty, and probably thought the Yates were


    beneath him.


    Poor Stefan was being misunderstood.