Chapter 182


    When my mom heard my dad’s criticism, she didn''t get angry. Instead, she leaned in closer. "Are you


    saying it''s truly worth more than this Oldtown Avenue?”


    My dad immediately straightened up as if his interest had been piqued, grabbed his coffee mug, gently


    blew on it, and took a sip. Then, he said with a straight face, "Absolutely. You know, the risk of getting


    cancer is getting higher and higher, and the treatment of cancer is gaining more and more attention.


    Whoever gets this project will have a once-for-all solution, right? It isn''t a short-lived trend but a long-


    I found an extra phone on the antique shelf in the living room. I hadn''t noticed when it was there.


    “You can''t influence those shareholders, can you? It’s a hell of a job to convince them. All the


    shareholders are old birds who wants no risks.” My mom said helplessly, “Didn''t Mr. Richardson say


    that these old guys are just a bunch of unworkable dead woods? Besides, this was the impression they


    have given to Mr. Richardson before. It''s hard to change! What else can you do? It''s hard to talk them


    into it.”


    “Of course, I won''t do things that areborious and thankless!” My dad put down his mug and leaned


    back into the couch. “I couldn’t care less about thankless jobs."


    “Then why were you eagerly chatting with Mr. Richardson? It’s also something we can''t change! It’s


    good, but if we can''t have it, it’s still frustrating!” my mom deted, striking a blow at my dad.


    My dad waved his hand and impatiently said, “Gosh! You don’t know shit! It''sborious, but it doesn''t


    mean there''s no room for maneuver. Why do you always have to charge head-on? Why not go around


    the problem and take a shortcut? Opportunity! What is opportunity? Opportunity is something we need


    to strive for. Don''t you get it?”


    My mom, rather than getting angry,ughed and retorted, “You’re lecturing me again! Fine. You sit here


    and ponder the flexibility. We won''t disturb you. Carl is sleepy. Look at him!”


    After my mom finished speaking, she turned her attention to me and ended the conversation. Perfect


    timing! This topic ended too perfectly!


    The key was about one word, which was flexibility!


    For God’s sake, my mom had evolved to such a level by being around my dad. Wasn’t he a magical


    teacher?


    Helga immediately came over and took over my son, Carl. “I''ll put him to bed! Take a rest. You’ve been


    watching him for half the day!”


    I didn’t hesitate to hand the child to Helga and casually said, “I am indeed a bit tired.”


    In fact, my health condition had improved a lot. The feeling of fatigue is gradually shortening. Only I


    could feel this improvement. I had not yet to go back for a checkup. When I returned to Goldenvale


    Town, I must have a subsequent visit.


    I also gently and obediently said to my dad, resting with his eyes closed, “Dad, we’re going to bed! You


    should have an early night, too!”


    My dad hummed a response without opening his eyes, like a patriarch.


    I chuckled to myself, thinking my old man was really a good actor.


    Just as I was about to head to my room, I suddenly remembered something. “No, I have to go to the


    Damon family. My other two kids haven''te back yet!”


    My dad finally opened his eyes and checked the time. “It is indeed a bitte. Go get them!”


    As he spoke, Probert, like an adult, led his sister back into the house. Judging from the look on their


    faces, Monique was forced by Probert toe home because she looked upset.


    But once they entered the living room, Probert ran over with a smile. “Mommy, we’re back! Monique


    says it''s toote, so she brought me back!”


    Monique suddenly looked at Probert. Probert secretly winked at her, and she finally rxed her tense


    face. “Grandpa! Mom!”


    My dad immediately reached out to Monique with a smile. Monique, ttered, rushed over and threw


    herself into his arms, looking up at him and asked, “Grandpa, they said that this Oldtown Avenue is


    ours. Is it true?”


    My dad gently held her, looking down at her expectantly anxious face.


    “Do you want it to be true?” My dad didn''t rush to answer but asked her a question.


    “Of course, I hope so!” Monique immediately perked up, her eyes brightening. She emphasized


    suspiciously, “Is it ours?”