Part 2The Passenger Seat Scandal

Seemingly anticipated, I calmly accepted the fact that she might miss the train.

I took a taxi to the station myself. Only when the train started did she call.

"Sorry, something came up here."

"Change the ticket, how about we leave tonight?"

I looked at the retreating scenery outside the window, swallowing tears:

"No need, I've already left."

Didn't even bother to ask the reason.

But Sylvia explained actively:

"This time it's really not because of Gabriel."

"It's the project we discussed before, suddenly had problems. I thought I could make it."

"Ethan, don't make a scene."

Don't know where she heard I was making a scene. I spoke calmly:

"I know you're busy, you can come tomorrow."

Waiting one more day is fine, let it be.

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief:

"Wait for me obediently. When I arrive, I'll make Beef Stew for Mom."

"She always said my cooking was good. Haven't eaten it for years, right?"

"This time I absolutely..."

"I'm tired, want to sleep."

I interrupted her longing, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.

I really wanted to shout: Mom can't eat it anymore! Where were you before!

But I was tired, didn't want to argue.

Argued too much, tired myself out, as if I was a person with no self-esteem, begging for her attention shamelessly.

It's fine if she comes, kowtows, lights an incense, let Mom see.

It's not in vain that Mom raised her for so many years, not in vain that I picked her up back then, and she mooched meals at my house for more than ten years.

But I overestimated her after all.