Chapter 1291: Chapter 1282: Downturn (Part 6)
In the car, Dad’s phone kept ringing, but Mom didn’t pay attention to it.
Xia Siyu looked at the vibrating phone, then at her mother who was calmly driving, and turned back to see the Xia Family’s old house receding into the distance.
Although her mother didn’t lower herself to argue, seemingly leaving decisively, those inside just shut the door, preventing them from entering, as if not really insulting them.
But it’s not a matter of insult; it’s contempt! It’s utterly looking down on them!
Even though they’ve been married, had children, and many years have passed, with their reputation gradually buried, no one brings up those unpleasant past events anymore. Yet, they would rather welcome a divorced, well-matched ex-wife than accept her and her mother.
Thinking about it, did her mother go overseas simply because she was too lazy to explain to their family? Actually, it was also a form of escape, a concession. No matter how tough she sounded, ultimately, she couldn’t escape that era. Her aloofness and lack of contact with the neighbors in the Chinese District, and her refusal to mention that she was once an artist—was it really due to a cold personality? More likely, it was out of fear that others would find out about those photos, look down on her, and talk about her.
She understands now, even if she didn’t at the time. She wouldn’t argue, just felt aggrieved, extremely aggrieved, like a fire was burning in her heart, fervently blazing, yet could only rise in temperature inside her body, rise and rise, until it burned her into madness.
Back home, her mother started packing to leave.
She wasn’t as carefree and indifferent as Xia Siyu thought, but because she had been mocked and belittled, she showed extra resilience, unwilling to let others look down on her, unwilling to be spoken of as relying on a man, and was particularly strict in educating her children.
After all, she was once a famous actress, and in Sicily, she wasn’t idle, nor was she being kept by Xia Youbiao as a wealthy wife without work. Over there, she continued her old profession: a dance teacher. She provided for herself, and with the money saved from her acting days, she lived reasonably well. However, over the years, Xia Youbiao had given her quite a bit of money. She hadn’t touched a cent, saving it all.
She initially intended to return all this money to Xia Youbiao. However, after some thought, she handed the card to her daughter.
She had long known that the Xia Family looked down on her. But for her daughter not to accept her, she would never agree. Xia Youbiao was weak, unable to protect her, but not caring for their daughter was another thing. Yet, he was her biological father, and she couldn’t prevent their father-daughter relationship.
Who knew, just after handing the card to Xia Siyu and saying, "This is from your dad..."
Before she finished, Xia Siyu broke the card in half! She tossed it to the ground and stomped on it several times, "What a worthless thing, I don’t want it! The money from that family is filthy, and I feel it’s too hot to handle!"
Did she think only the Xia Family looked down on them? She did too! Growing up in Sicily, there’s no concept of status or rank. The Daqing has been gone for so many years, who are they to look down on people? Did her mother do something wrong? If not, why should she endure such humiliation!
Even if her mother didn’t plan to leave, she no longer wanted to stay here. Living in the house Xia Youbiao bought for them felt like being kept as a mistress. Did she care for this status?