Chapter 452 Memory

In the room, after taking a shower, Enrique didn't read as usual tonight. He put his hands behind his
head and looked at the ceiling, with a gentle smile on his face. He closed his eyes in pain.

Many years ago, in the afternoon, his mother was still sitting in the garden. The breeze blew her long
black soft hair. He just came back from school, and his mother smiled gently. Every day, his three
meals were cooked by his mother. His mother was so gentle and he loved her so much. Until that night,
at a family banquet...

There were a lot of people coming to their house, and it was very lively. His father, whom he hadn't
seen for a long time, had also come back. He had been socializing with a group of men and women,
but his mother didn't like such a lively scene. She just held his hand and swayed around outside
symbolically. After saying goodbye to the guests, she went back to the back garden.

Only the back garden was the quietest. At that time, the back garden was full of white roses, because
his mother liked white roses the most. She could always stay in the back garden for a whole day. When
he was a child, he didn't understand and when he grew up, he understood that those white roses were
planted by his father for his mother.

She must be thinking about his father when she looked at the roses. It was cold at night. He was
worried that his mother, who had been in poor health, would catch a cold, so he went back to his room
to get her clothes.

But when he returned to the back garden, he smelled a strong smell of blood. His mother, who was
dressed in white, fell in the dazzling red blood. Not far away, a man hurriedly left. It was, he recognized,
it was Albert.

He always remembered that he rushed up like a madman, hugged his mother who had fallen in the
blood, and shouted. Many people surrounded him soon, but the last person to come was his father.



When he saw his mother lying in the blood, he did not know his expression. All he knew was that he
had cried his heart out that day, telling his mother not to leave him.

But in the end, in his arms, his mother's body gradually became cold. She finally gave him a gentle
smile and opened her mouth. What did she want? Her voice was too low for him to hear clearly. He
cried loudly, he hated the one who hurt his mother, but so what? His mother couldn't come back in the
end.

From the day his mother was buried, he swore that he would make Albert's family pay the price. He
would let them suffer the pain of losing their family.

At that time, the police came, but they didn't find anything. He hated the police's incompetence. He
hated his father. Why didn't he take revenge for his mother? And even after his mother was buried, his
father still had business with the Gu Family. He hated himself. Why did he have to leave and why didn't
he stay with his mother well that night? If he had taken off his clothes and put them on his mother and
didn't leave that night, such a thing wouldn't have happened.

He had been preparing for his revenge plan for many years. After he met Teresa, he didn't reduce the
hatred in his heart. He had grown up and had the adopted daughter of the Gu Family in his hands.
However, when he was about to fight back, he suddenly found that he had fallen in love with the
daughter of the Gu Family. He was so helpless, but the voice and smile of his mother could always
appear in his mind.

He thought that as long as he didn't let Teresa know the truth, he could defeat all the Gu Family
members and be her last backer. He would be happy, as long as she was with him.

Unfortunately, God made people suffer. After taking a deep breath, Enrique opened his eyes and
looked at the door with red eyes. It was already eleven o'clock at night. Teresa didn't come back.



Perhaps she had slept with the children tonight. The woman knew the atmosphere at home was
strange, but she didn't ask anything.

Perhaps, in her eyes, this was not worth mentioning at all. She didn't take the Shen Family as a home
at all. In fact, the most heartless person in the world seemed to be Teresa. If he hadn't used some
special means, could she stay at his home so obediently? Could she marry him obediently? Huh.

That night, Teresa didn't go back to the room of Enrique, but slept with the two children. Because of
this, when Enrique had a nightmare at night, Teresa didn't know anything, and she didn't hear it. When
Enrique called his mother out, his mother's face suddenly became Teresa's face.

Enrique was awakened by his nightmare. He was covered in cold sweat when he woke up. He looked
over his shoulder at where Teresa had been sleeping in usual time. Well, sure enough, she didn't come
back for the whole night. He stood up and took a shower. The weather was good today and the
company was on holiday, but he still had a lot of things to deal with. It seemed that he didn't have a
holiday. He hadn't accompanied his two children for a long time.

"Good morning, Mr. Enrique."

It was still early when he got up, and the servants had just got up. It was already six o'clock in the
morning outside, and breakfast was still being made. Enrique went to the back garden alone. In the
early morning garden, there were glittering dewdrops on the flower bud. There was a figure sitting on
the edge of the flower bed.

She wore a long white dress and a blouse. For a moment, Enrique froze. That woman gently turned her
head and waved at him with a smile.

"Good morning."



A clear and melodious voice came into Enrique's ears. He came to his senses and realized that it was
not his mother. He nodded to Lydia not far away and found that she was sitting on a wheelchair, not on
the edge of the parterre.

"Good morning."

With his eyes fixed on Lydia's plaster foot, Enrique couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"Come and have a seat. Are you the son of Uncle Harris? Ha-ha, you are so handsome. I can imagine
Uncle Harris's appearance when he was young."

"You has a special feeling to my dad?"

"No, I don't think so. I just think Uncle Harris is really a good person. He asked everything in person
and took good care of me. It's a pity that my father left early when I was a child. Yes, this feeling is like
father. But unfortunately, I'm a country girl. It doesn't seem to be a good match."

Lydia lowered her head and smiled. Enrique couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch Lydia's head.
However, Teresa, who just woke up and stood on the balcony, saw all this. In the garden, Enrique
gently rubbed Lydia's hair, and Lydia gently raised her beautiful face.

"It's cold in the morning. It's not good to your feet. You should go back to your room. It will be time for
breakfast in a few minutes."

"Oh, I forgot that you need to go to work. It doesn't matter. You can go back to have breakfast. I want to
stay alone for a while. I have been staying in the room for two days. I am almost bored to death."

Enrique nodded, turned around and walked towards the villa. Looking at his back, Lydia thought
Enrique was really handsome and gentle. She reached out and touched her heart.


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