Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

"Oh, I'll sleep right away." Cathy's father whispered a sentence, and then he was silent. Cathy wondered if he was going to say something. She did not ask and get up.

Half a minute later, the old man opened his mouth and looked at her with some hesitation, "Cathy... Can you do something for Dad?

Cathy looked down, and there was still no superfluous expression on her face. She raised her eyebrows lightly. "What else have you not explained clearly to the court? You want me to help you to deal with?"

Cathy's father was a little embarrassed. He pressed his lips and said, "It's not what you think..."

Cathy blinked. "Then why don't you tell Mom and wait for me to come back and help you?"

"I don't want your mother to worry about it. Besides, even though I told her this, she could not help me either. Her legs are inconvenient. I don't want to bother her."

Cathy pouted her lips. "Then I'm even pregnant."

Cathy's father choked instantly.

Indeed, she should be the most worrying person in the family now, running around with a big belly, how can they rest assured.

There was a trace of guilt on the old face, and he said no more.

When Cathy saw him like this, her heart was softened and helpless. He said, "Well, I'm kidding you. I didn't mean to make you worry. I just want to tell you, don't be self-righteous and hide everything in your heart. Mom know it clearly. Even though you don't tell her, she can feel it."

"Come on, what do you want me to do?"

"Cathy..." Cathy's father was touched. He was going to raise his thin arm to touch her head, but gave up halfway. He said hoarsely, "I have an old friend. Tomorrow is her birthday, I want you to visit her for me." Cathy numbed and said, "Your friend? What friend? She didn't show up when you were in trouble. While you remember her birthday?"

As a corrupt official, who had so many friends before. After the accident, no one came to see him. This time, although the news was confidential, the news broadcasting also released it at once, but still no one

came.

When she borrowed money, she had already understood it clearly. Now she suddenly heard him mention a friend. That's why she was so surprised.

Cathy's father's turbid eyes looked at the distance, thinking of something in a trance, murmuring, "She died..."

Cathy's expression was frozen, her lips moved, and her mood suddenly fell.

Birthday? Not death anniversary? Did he ask her to sweep the grave?

No wonder he's in a bad mood today.

Cathy was quiet for a few seconds. She didn't ask much, but her voice became low. "I'll see her for you tomorrow, tell me her name and address."

Cathy's father's eyes were delighted, and he could not help holding her hand. He looked a little relieved. He paused for a few seconds and said slowly, "Her name is Grace Jackson..."

"Wait!" Cathy's face changed."No wonder you dare not tell my mom that you really fooled around with other woman. You never forget her, even if she died."

Her face gradually became cold.

Officials have mistresses is nothing new. He can hide embezzlement from her mother. He can also hide raising mistress from her mother.

Cathy's father's face changed, panicked, supported the bed, half-body wanted to get up, coughing violently, "Cathy, no, cough-cough, it's not what you think, Dad swears to God that I absolutely did not cheat on your mother... She's just an old friend I met a long time ago. She died before I went to prison..."

He said with his eyes grew dim, he was going to say something but stopped, his eyes had struggle and guilt. There seemed to be something indescribable. Finally, he sighed, said nothing more, and lay down again with his lips pressed.

Cathy calmly looked at him, knowing it was disrespectful, but still laughed mockingly, "Your old female friend... My mom doesn't know yet. Well... is she a confidant of you? You even remember her birthday is tomorrow. If she's still alive, and you're still the judge, are you going to celebrate her birthday and give her a gift then hide these from my mom?

Marriage, that's the way it's cheated, right? After cheating for a lifetime, they pretend to be loving a couple. They also smile and respect each other when facing each other.

She didn't want to deceive herself before she took the initiative to end her mistaken marriage with Tyrone. If she went on like that, would she have to be like her mother?

"Cathy..." Cathy father's face was dark, thin and old, and he seemed at a loss to explain, but he did not know where to start to explain. After a lone time's silence, he squeezed out an excuse, full of the taste of begging: "She is not that kind of confidant that you think, our relationship is innocent and clear... Don't tell your mother about it. I don't want her to think too much about it."

Cathy's beautiful face was pale. "Even if you ever really had any mistress, you won't say, I won't tell her. I don't care about your affairs, but I can't let my mother get hurt again. Except for the people, she's the only one you're sorry for."

"I know..." Cathy's father looked sad.

"Well, tell me the address and I'll visit tomorrow." Cathy said and stood up.

"San Francisco, Hongxing District... Cypress Cemetery."

Cathy twisted her eyebrows, somewhat surprised, "San Francisco?"

San Francisco, this place, recently appeared in her ears more than once, some familiar.

Suddenly she thought of, she suddenly remembered that Aaron's house seemed to be in the city.

Cathy's father wondered, "What's wrong?"

Cathy shook her head thoughtfully. "No, nothing... I see. I'll be there tomorrow morning."

"Okay, okay..." Cathy's father's eyebrows relaxed as if he had fulfilled some wish. He smiled at her satisfactorily and closed his eyes slowly with fatigue.

Cathy's eyes were deep and she looked down at him. She stood by the bed for a while, turned out the light and left.

The next day, because the trip to San Francisco was too sudden, she had no preparation, so she planned to go to the company to deal with some things, and then leave.

When she went out, Cathy's father and Mila were still awake. Cathy said to her mom, who was cleaning the table, "Mama, Dad may be tired of staying in the house, isn't there a wheelchair? You can push him around the neighborhood, but be careful when you go downstairs."

"Be tired of?" Cathy's mother gave a grumpy snort, rubbed the table heavily and scolded, "I'm not tired of staying at home and taking care of him every day. If he were not ill, he would still be locked in the smal iron door. He is really unrepentant."

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Cathy could not tell the truth, but felt her nose, changed her shoes, tidied up her hair carelessly, and laughed, "Mom, you have to look after Mila for a long day. She's a good girl, she won't run around. Don't forget to feed her food and drink."

If she was not going to San Francisco, she would surely take Mila with her.