He reached out to lift the strands of hair hanging in front of my eyes and I slapped his hand away fiercely. I realized that Darren was so good at lying, as if I had just recognized him at this moment.
My heart ached when I thought of my father working so hard to decorate his childhood sweetheart on the construction site in a high temperature of 39 degrees. He knew that my father retired early because of his heart disease, but he lied to my father and said that he was decorating the new house we bought and coaxed him to come back to do this project.
It was because my father was honest, professional and responsible and wanted to give his childhood sweetheart the best. Seeing that I was still angry, he thought I was throwing a tantrum with him and sighed helplessly.
“Okay, okay, as compensation, look at what this is?” He blinked his eyes and took out two Justin Bieber concert tickets and handed them to me.
“You’ve been waiting for a long time. I bought it from a scalper at a high price. I’ll go with you to see it this weekend. Don’t be angry with me, okay?”
Since his childhood sweetheart came back, we had always gone out with three people, whether it was watching a movie or going out to eat.
He always said that Addison had no friends, so taking her would be more company.
The two concert tickets he threw at me were not just two.
I sneered coldly, picked up the two tickets, tore them up indifferently and threw them in his face.
“Darren, take your childhood sweetheart. I won’t accompany you anymore!”
I stood up and prepared to leave, but he grabbed my hand tightly and pulled me into his arms.
“Penelope, what are you doing? Addison… I just treat her as my sister, why do you have to be jealous?”
I broke free from his hand and slapped him in the face with my backhand.
His pupils dilated in surprise. He didn’t expect that I would actually hit him for the first time.
He looked down at me, his eyes were fierce. He grabbed my wrist and spit on my face. “Penelope, without your father’s discipline, have you grown up? You even learned domestic violence.”
“Don’t mention my father to me! You don’t deserve it!”
I was furious, my face flushed. Darren, the indirect murderer, killed my father and now he dared to mention him.
“Call your father now. I want to tell him what’s wrong with your daughter and let him discipline you!”