Chapter 63

After half an hour, Titus reached home. The butler came up to greet him and he handed his coat over, asking, “Are Miss and Mrs. Gray home?”

“They’re in Miss Gray’s room, sir” the butler answered after draping the coat

over his arm.

After a hum of understanding, Titus

headed toward the staircase.

 

Meanwhile in the room upstairs, Julia

and Tina were sitting at the foot of the

 

bed flipping through a photo album

together. Pointing at a picture of herself, Tina asked, “Do you remember

this photo, Mom?”

Fondly stroking her daughter’s long hair, Julia replied, “Of course I do. You were six when we took this picture. You liked playing hide-and-seek that year and no matter how hard I looked, couldn’t find you. I was so scared that! lost you, but it turned out that you fell asleep hiding in the attic.”

“I remember. When I woke up, I came

down from the attic by myself to find you crying. You had even lodged a police report,” Tina recalled.

The smile on Julia’s face faded and

there was a touch of hatred in the

bottom of her eyes. How could she not

cry out of panic and file a police report

when she couldn’t find her child? At the time, she even thought Henry had kidnapped Tina. It was a good thing that it turned out to be a false scare in

the end.

Presently, Tina flipped a page. All of a sudden, a yellowed photograph fluttered out of the photo album and landed on the floor. She bent down to pick it up. There was an infant of a few months old in the photograph. The baby was smiling widely and looked

adorable, and a single glance would

endear anyone to it.

However, for some reason, Tina did not

like this baby at all. In fact, she disliked

and even hated this baby a

little. Nevertheless, she didn’t show it and only handed the photograph to her mother, asking with a smile, “Is this Rina?”

Stroking her fingers over the little girl in the photograph, Julia nodded with her eyes wet. “Yes. This is your sister,

Rina.”

When Tina saw how much Julia

missed the infant in the photograph, she couldn’t help feeling jealous. And so, she put the photograph back and

tucked it into the photo album. Following that, she looped her arm

around her mother’s and leaned her

her shoulder, saying ‘fondly, “You

bring her up, so we shouldn’t bring her up anymore. I don’t think she’d want

was strange how

vie for her mother’s attention. There was no way she was letting

happen!

alright. We won’t bring

motives and wrongly

room door flew

in with a

Being the

of her

“Hi, Dad.”

froze and

glance. “Why are you treating Tina so

she didn’t?

now!”

a finger at Tina

Julia looked at her. However, Tina

out and only continued coldly, “I know what you did to Sonia

eyes flashed guiltily. “How did you find

I find

rubbed

in my face

not find out about it? If you were going to get up to something, could you not have

in the act? Now, we’re forced to give up

trailed off, too

continue

 she had done wrong, Tina

at her husband, “That’s enough. It’s just a plot of land. Why do you need

 

so incensed by Julia’s words that he started trembling. “Do

that piece of

 already invested in it

waiting for Toby to hand us

start work. Now, the

the projects have

We cannot afford the

few years,

thought of developing a villa district to restore the enterprise to its former glory. But

didn’t realize how

stood

“Toby has promised the Berthull

passed out with rage. “And what can the Berthull land be

in the middle of

the villas I built there? If

still have  to

 that serious? Finally, Tina started to

call me ‘Dad!” Titus snapped hurtfully. “You keep going after her and you keep letting her catch you in the act and get the upper hand. Now, you‘ve

brink. I can’t believe you’re

truly not my

interrupted with

face.

he realize that he

closed his

After a moment, he

being and leave Sonia to me. You’re not allowed to go after her and

eyes,

“Yes.”

and left. After he did, Tina grabbed her mother’s hand. “Mom, what did he

his real what?”

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