The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System-Chapter 59 - Members of the Smith family

Smith’s sobs resonated through the villa, the atmosphere was heavy and tense.

The housemaid and the cook didn’t understand what was happening, they dared not stay in the villa and instead chose to venture out into the yard.

Seeing how Mrs.

Smith was, Mr.

Smith looked ugly.

He glanced in the direction of her room and seemed a bit displeased with her, but he was too weary to talk much about it.

He said, “There are still many guests at the birthday celebration who haven’t been sent off.

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I need to go there.”

This birthday celebration had become a total disaster.

It might be a birthday party that Mrs.

Smith would remember for the rest of her life.

Just as Mrs.

Smith had managed to put on her evening dress, before she had a chance to mingle with the guests, many of whom hadn’t even arrived, she received a call from Oliver which led to the current situation.

Did anyone in their family have the mind to go back and continue entertaining guests now?

Oliver nodded and said, “I will go to the hospital later.

Mike’s injury is not serious, there’s no fracture, so you can rest assured.”

“What peace of mind am I supposed to have?

Every one of you is nothing but trouble!”

Mr.

Smith adjusted his tie with a grim expression.

As he was walking out, he added, “We will talk about the Maureen issue when I return.

I need to have a serious talk with you all!

I was only on a business trip for a month, how did things end up like this?!”

As soon as Mr.

Smith left, Chris was also ready to go out with a weary look on his face.

Oliver rushed to grab his arm, feeling exasperated,

“Where are you going?!

Chris, where are you off to now?!”

“Bro, did you forget that I’m still running away from home?”

Chris sneered, “I attended the birthday banquet today just to save face for you, otherwise,

I wouldn’t even bother going!

I’m livid, mom slapped me without reason and has yet to apologize!”

After saying that, Chris didn’t care about Oliver’s expression, threw his tailcoat jacket onto the cabinet at the entrance, and walked away.

Once Chris and his father left, the entire Smith villa seemed as desolate as a tomb.

Only the faint sobs of Mrs.

Smith could be heard.

It was so cold that it was unbearable.

Oliver sat on the sofa, massaging his own temples in distress.

After deeply breathing in, he realized, aside from him, there was no one else to clean up this mess.

After a long while, he went upstairs and knocked on Mrs.

Smith’s room door.

“Mom, are you okay?”

“How did things end up like this?

Is there even room to reverse the situation?”

Mrs.

Smith recalled the icy tone at the police station’s entrance, where Maureen mentioned that she had deleted all their photos, and they should do the same, and not use them for illegal purposes.

The more she thought about it, the more pained her head seemed with a piercing sensation, her chest felt tight, and her heart palpitates.

She was crying so hard that she could hardly catch her breath,

“Where did I go wrong with her?!

I gave her free rein over the card and allowed her to buy whatever clothes she wanted, eat whatever she wanted!

I even personally decorated her room…

Why!

Why does she hate me so much?!”

Mrs.

Smith’s tears filled the room with sorrow, Oliver felt like his brain was being blended.

He closed his eyes, pressed down the frustration, and tried to console her by saying,

“Perhaps, we should reflect on our own attitudes.”

Mrs.

Smith just kept crying.

When she finally calmed down a little, she asked about Mike’s condition, becoming a bit relieved after hearing about it.

But then, whatever she thought of made her emotional distress rise again.

Oliver, now having a headache, decided to leave her alone to cool down and started walking downstairs.

The sound of a car parking resonated from outside, signaling that Bianca had returned.

The instant she entered, she heard the faint sobs of her mother, hinting that something had occurred.

“I’m here to comfort mom.” Bianca said, delicately lifting the hem of her dress as she headed upstairs.

Oliver subconsciously glanced at her long dress.

A peculiar feeling of constriction welled up in his throat.

Maureen had already been ousted from the house, never to return under the chill of the night wind.

Yet Bianca wore Maureen’s dress.

In truth, the dress didn’t quite fit Bianca—it was too long for her shorter stature.

The originally neat fishtail dress that was supposed to end at her knees seemed exceptionally baggy and dragging on her.

Despite its poor fit, the dress naturally found itself on her body.

It was similar to many other things from the past—something as significant as a slot in a chemistry competition, or as trivial as a bunny doll.

Whatever Maureen had, she always ended up having too, yet what Bianca had, Maureen couldn’t touch—ironically, they rightly belonged to Maureen.

A surge of annoyance swept over Oliver, causing him to divert his attention.

Bianca rushed into her mother’s room.

The sobbing quickly subsided.

Oliver’s headache was seemingly alleviated by half.

The assistant returned from the hospital and asked him,

“Are you staying home tonight?”

“Let’s go to the company.”

Oliver said, laden with worries.

He too tossed his evening wear on the sofa and left the villa.

For some reason, he did not want to stay in this cold and quiet villa tonight.

Bianca tried to console her mother with words like “Mom, you still have me”.

Mrs.

Smith received a bit of distraction from Bianca, and her mood improved slightly.

However, her gaze inevitably fell on the evening dress worn by Bianca.

She felt strangely irked, and couldn’t help but ask,

“Why are you still wearing it?”

Bianca, kneeling by her side, replied, “Mom, you have a great taste.

Many people praised the dress tonight.”

“Mrs.

Smith felt like her words had metaphorically slapped her in the face.

“Where did I let her down?”

Where did she owe Maureen?

She was always afraid that Bianca would feel lost and rejected because she wasn’t her biological daughter.

Hence, she always tried her best to show her love to Bianca, wanting to tell her that she was still her mother, just as before.

So when Maureen unintentionally picked up Bianca’s toy two years ago, she rushed over to take back the toy and returned it to Bianca, telling Maureen,

“If you want one, I’ll buy you another.

Don’t snatch Bianca Bianca’s.”

So, when Bianca expressed her liking for this dress, she didn’t hesitate to give it to her, assuming Maureen wouldn’t mind.

But how could a child who has been neglected time and time again over the span of two years not feel hurt?

It’s these accumulated feelings of being disregarded that lead to today’s situation!

It is her, herself!

It is her who disregarded Maureen’s feelings in these events in order to maintain a 15-year-old connection with her adopted daughter!

She is the one who actively pushed Maureen further and further away!

Mrs.

Smith feels a painful prick in her heart, both anxious and hurt.

She can’t bear to see Bianca wearing that dress anymore, it’s like getting slapped across the face time after time, reminding her of how she had treated Maureen.

She quickly buries herself into her blankets, saying,

“You go first, let me stay alone for a while.”

Bianca looks at her, startled: “Mom, why all of a sudden——”

“Go out!

Let me be alone for a bit!”

Mrs.

Smith’s voice chokes from under the blanket.