The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System-Chapter 58 - First to speak

Smith’s face began to change, her body slightly shuddering in disbelief,

“Maureen, what on earth are you talking about?

The fight between you, your brother, and your classmate today was a misunderstanding, mom and dad won’t blame you anymore, hurry and come back with us!

Do you know you haven’t been home for a month?

Whatever the issue is, we can discuss it at home.”

“Still didn’t get my point?”

Maureen coldly said, trying to speak even more clearly to make her family understand in one go: “Severing relationship, in other words, you don’t need to support me anymore and in the future when you’re old, I don’t have to bear the responsibility of taking care of you.

In legal terms, it means we owe each other nothing.”

Mrs.

Smith: “…” Maureen took out a card and tossed it to Oliver.

Chris, who was in the corner, suddenly stood up.

Chris said, “Sis——” “Don’t call me sister.”

Maureen cut him off immediately.

Chris’s throat tightened.

With a deathly pale face, Oliver caught the card,

“This is——” Maureen said, “This is a sum of money I borrowed from Josephine, one hundred and thirty thousand, to repay what your Smith family has spent on me in these two years.

I can slowly repay Josephine’s money, but I don’t want to owe you anymore.

As for what you owe me, I’m too lazy to claim it.”

After pondering for a moment, Maureen added,

“Oh, there are some things I want to reclaim.

My photos, please delete or crop them from your phones, and refrain from using my pictures for any illegal activities.

I will be of age in a little over ten days, gaining the right to retrieve my own things, so please erase my image information.”

“As for your pictures, I’ve already deleted them all.”

For a moment, Mrs.

Smith almost couldn’t catch her breath.

She panted heavily, clutching her chest, and exclaimed,

“Today is your mother’s birthday.

Must you say these infuriating words on her birthday?!”

Mr.

Smith looked at Maureen incredulously, and couldn’t help but reprimand Oliver and Chris,

“What on earth happened when I was not here?!”

A sharp pain stabbed Oliver’s heart.

He had a feeling that, if he couldn’t persuade Maureen to stay today, they would truly be separated forever.

He couldn’t help but say, “Maureen, at least today, on mom’s birthday, don’t say these—” “It’s not said out of anger.”

Why did they think she was saying these out of anger?

Were they convinced she couldn’t leave them behind?

Or were they certain she wanted to please them?

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Maureen took a deep breath and said, “I was wrong in the first place.

I shouldn’t have expected to have biological parents.

I shouldn’t have anticipated a fresh life with you after my arrival.

I shouldn’t have yearned for anything that didn’t belong to me.

Now I’ve moved out, and no one is making you choose between me and Bianca.

No one is on your way.”

“Can you consider it a final act of responsibility, a final act of kindness towards me, to let me go, not to bother me anymore?

Is that possible?”

The air was deadly silent for a while.

The wind whimpered softly.

Mrs.

Smith and Mr.

Smith, who were initially angry when Maureen came out of the police station, now had blank minds.

They had looked for their biological daughter for a long time.

Once they had brought her home, they thought they could finally let go of their regrets.

Who knew that she wanted to cut ties with them.

“Severing ties.”

Even uttering these words, regardless of whether they’re true or false, already feels like a knife, slicing one’s heart and lungs bit by bit.

Mrs.

Smith’s heart seemed to be grasped tightly by a pair of large hands, wrenching it with a painful pang.

She had never imagined such a moment would come.

In her mind, a rush of memories with Maureen flitted—when she was trying on clothes, Maureen patiently waited and complimented her; being the most patient person in the family, Maureen; when her shoulders ached, Maureen volunteered to massage them; when she complained about Mr.

Smith’s constant absence, Maureen offered her advice…

At this very moment, all these bits of moments quickly gathered together, transforming into Maureen’s cold eyes.

How did it come to this?

Mrs.

Smith clenched at her chest, unable to utter a word.

She could only stand stiffly, as if she had lost her voice.

Mr.

Smith’s mind was buzzing too.

He encountered so many things as soon as he got back, unable to react in time.

He just subconsciously walked forward, trying to bring Maureen back home.

But as Maureen watched his movement, she took a step back.

The action of stepping back is profoundly hurtful.

It signifies—don’t come close to me.

Two years ago, she was the little girl who would run towards them with all her strength but today, she retreated as if dealing with strangers.

Oliver and Chris felt a dull pain in their hearts.

At this moment, they didn’t even know what to say.

… Maureen no longer looked at them.

Ten seconds later, Maureen dialed a phone number in her hand.

Moments later, a never-before-seen silver off-road motorcycle drove up, followed by several cars.

Within the humming of the engines, Liam took off his helmet, his eyebrows beautiful and his red hair flamboyant.

He leaned over, placing the cold helmet on Maureen’s head.

Maureen looked at him, the unease in her heart settling down.

The relationship was completely severed.

A burden seemed to have been lifted off her shoulders.

Perhaps it should have been like this long ago, it was her lack of clarity in the previous life.

But as she turned her back to the Smith family, her eyes reddened.

Maureen stubbornly refused to admit her weakness, insisting that her sadness was due to her wasted eight years.

She said quietly to Liam,

“Thank you.”

Liam did up the strap on her chin, then gently, deftly wiped away a glint of moisture from the corner of her eye.

“Are you this happy to leave such a hellish home?”

Liam lifted his eyes to the Smith family, his lip tugging up in a smirk,

“Get on the bike.

Let’s go.”

They didn’t care about ‘Little Facemask’, so ‘Little Facemask’ was his now.

…

In the night wind, the members of the Smith family felt heavy-hearted, watching the motorcycle break through the wind, following the neon lights, moving onto a bridge and crossing the river.

Maureen’s black hair was tousled by the wind, getting farther and farther away from them.

Maureen never once looked back.