When I Was A Wallflower

When I Was A Wallflower Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Amelie hastily picked her up and looked toward the woman.

Meanwhile, the woman was looking at them as well. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

Her expression softened a little.

She roughly pushed her messy hair over her head, revealing her entire face.

“Mrs. Gordon?” Amelie recognized the woman as she called out.

When Abby Gordon heard the beautiful girl calling her that, she couldn’t help but examine the latter.

“It’s me, Amy,” Amelie introduced herself.

It was only then that Abby recognized her. With a stomp of her foot, she clapped both her hands on her thighs ‘Amy! It’s been years since I last saw you. You’ve grown even prettier now. I almost couldn’t recognize you, and I thought you were a celebrity from somewhere.”

Amelie smiled shyly.

Abby continued, “Sorry for just now. I thought my stupid son came back, so that’s why I threw the washbasin. You weren’t hurt, were you?”

“No.” Amelie wasn’t concerned about that. She looked up and gazed at the yard behind Abby. “Where’s my dad? Is he no longer living here? Or-”

A sudden extreme fear invaded her heart, and even her voice trembled.

“Your dad is fine.” Noticing Amelie’s pale face, Abby guessed that Amelie was overthinking things, so she hastily said, “He complained about how this house was too big for one person, so he moved into the smaller house at the end of the street. Our family is huge, so I discussed it with him, and he agreed to rent the place

to us.”

Abby grinned, a guilty look flashing across her face.

Even though they called it renting, she never paid him a single cent all this while.

Steven never urged her, so she pretended it never happened.

On the other hand, Amelie wasn’t in the mood to think about these things as she said, “Can you take me to my

dad?”

“Of course.” Abby thought that since she was living in their house, she should at least help them with this little request

As she strode with her thick legs, Abby took Amelie to the end of the street.

Soon, they found a small shop facing the street.

It was rundown and shabby, and it didn’t even have a sign.

“Your dad is in there” Abby pointed at the shop as she spoke.

Amelie looked at the shop

It wasn’t just worn-out, it was pitifully tiny.

A few items were piled outside the shop, and most of them were the toys she used to play with during her

childhood

was a little bicycle,

bearing so much history, Amelie couldn’t stop her tears

face.

come out when Amelie stopped her. “I’ll go in

hand, she took

the darkened old alley and finally reached

than the

patterns were various

shoes in their novel styles, she couldn’t help but pause

she could

small yard lay at the back of

sat at an antique shoe machine. His back was bent over as

his hair was a mixture of

at him, perfectly

man in front of her was none

she doubted herself

When she got married, his hair was

either. He was a bonafide

stature

movements weren’t this

the sorrow in her heart, she called

working man

slowly turned

he did that, he revealed his wizened

features were calm and gentle from all the

adding

glasses as he finally recognized her.

sobbing. In her raging emotions, she wanted to

as tears fell from her

hurriedly went to her and took her hands. “It’s really you, Amy-you’re back. No wonder

so

the tears on her face. “Child, why have you

thin?”

a stark contrast

her for ignoring him after she married into the Alston

had been too cruel, and she wanted more than anything to give herself

I’m so glad you’re back.” Steven was obviously happy

Amelie outside. “I’ll

to bits, and he would always pamper her ever since she was a

if he had to go through a lot of trouble, he would still do everything he could to provide her with all

who loved her to the moon and back,

repaying her father’s grace and love for her with her whole heart, but

rolled down Amelie’s cheeks

on the back, comforting her like he

while later, the two finally went

room, they

in between the shoe racks,

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