Chapter 632


    “Mom!” I yelled after Isabelle, but she did not turn her head back. I was rather disappointed. Ever since


    Christopher’s identity was revealed, there had been a gap between her and me. It was like there was


    an invisible wall between us that neither of us could cross.


    “Sigh. Your mother is really stubborn. She never wants to have a proper talk to me about this. Every


    time I mention it, she gets mad. I don’t know what to do either.” Mark sighed lightly.


    “You tried your best, Dad.” I looked over to the mansion. After Isabelle headed in, I saw her appear in


    her room on the second floor. She seemed to be looking down at us. Although it was just a nce, I


    managed to catch the displeasure on her frowned face.


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    Isabelle seemed to dislike it when I got close to Mark. Every time we talked, she had an ugly


    expression. I could not understand why.


    There seemed to be more and more secrets revolving around Isabelle, and she was bing weirder


    and weirder. The image of the wonderful mother I had in my mind was slowly bing more foreign to


    me. After some time, perhaps that memory of her might fadepletely and be reced by the current


    version of her.


    Outside the door, the sound of a car honking could be heard. Christopher was urging me to hurry up. I


    looked down at the time and realized it was already half-past three. I was supposed to pass the


    painting to Remington by four o’clock. If I did not leave now, he was definitely going to cut ties with me.


    I raised my head to look at Mark.


    “Christopher is waiting for you, isn’t he?” Mark asked.


    “Yeah. We are supposed to go meet Remington, a famous artist. The art exhibition ising up, and


    I’ve been invited to help set up.” I turned to look once more at the window of Isabelle’s room. She was


    no longer there anymore. Thank God. If she sees Christopher, it’s going to be another round of insults.


    I really don’t want him to hear all that.


    To be honest, there were times where I tried to think of a way that could please both parties. In the end,


    I merely came to the conclusion that unless Robert resurrected, that was simply not possible.


    “Dad, I can’t bear to see Mom so sad, but I really don’t know what else I can do. She sounded so


    determined earlier. I understand that she doesn’t want to back off, but unfortunately neither will I. I don’t


    mean to be ungrateful and choose love over my own mother. However, Christopher is someone that I


    could never give up. It doesn’t matter what I will lose. Meeting him has been my greatest honor. If it


    wasn’t for him, I might not even be alive right now.”


    “I understand. You do what you have to. Things will sort themselves out eventually. I’ll help youe


    up with a solution. Have fun, okay?” Mark patted me on the headfortingly.


    “Thank you, Dad!” I plunged into his arms and squeezed him tight. “It’s so nice having a father.”


    “Why did you take so long?” Christopher asked as he opened the car door for me. “I thought you were


    just going to take the painting and go.”


    “I ran into Mom and Dad. They were arguing, so I got distracted for a bit.” I sighed. There were a lot of


    complicated feelings in my heart, but some part of me was delighted. “Chris, it’s so nice having a father.


    I haven’t felt love like this in so long. I’m so happy.”


    “Is Mr. Goldstein good to you?” Christopher asked me a stupid question out of the blue. His gaze was


    weird, and his brows were knitted tightly together. He seemed to be thinking hard.


    “What kind of question is that? Of course, he is. He’s my father. Isn’t that normal?” I rolled my eyes at


    him. “It’s not weird for him to be good to me unless I’m not his biological daughter. However, I know


    that’s not possible.”


    When I handed Remington the painting, relief flooded his face. “Yvonne, if you screwed up again this


    time, I was going to start suspecting that you were deliberately trying to mess things up for me.”


    I tapped him gently on the shoulder. That was all I could say for now. When he finally put my painting


    up in his art exhibition, I was sure he would be very surprised.


    “As long as you don’t mind it. By the way, don’t be too shocked if some weird stuff happens. Just


    remember to focus on your art exhibition, got it?”