Scars Of A Broken Bond

Shirley’s father had almost made a full recovery, but he was still taking medication. Shirley was anxious about leaving her father alone in their hometown, so she rented an apartment with two bedrooms.

Shirley’s father was not the kind of man to sit still. Although he still had some savings, he preferred to do something instead of staying at home all day. Consequently, he was currently working as a janitor.

Upon returning to school, Shirley worked hard to maintain good grades while caring for her father. She took on part-time jobs during the weekends to help support them both financially.

Moments later, Shirley emerged from the kitchen, a plate of cookies in her hands. With a small smile, she placed the cookies in front of Claire.

“It’s yummy! I have to take some home with me. Shirley, you are really talented at this. I wish I had a daughter like you. Unfortunately, I have only one son, and he takes delight in pissing me off every day,” Claire declared as she happily ate the cookies.

“Mrs. Blakely, your son is so excellent. Many people should be jealous of you,” Shirley assured, smiling at Claire.

Shirley had heard from Claire that her son worked in the Blakely Group.

Claire grumbled, staring around the

few pots of green plants on the balcony,

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“I planned to bring it

while later, Claire took her leave, and

Claire left the house, she happened to see a bottle of folic acid on the

but suspect something. She glanced at Shirley’s flat stomach and shook her

was probably for Shirley’s father. Elderly people would take it

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the table, he thought the family cook had

up at random, and ate it. As he was munching on another cookie, he