The Foreign Softness

##Bab 13 My son

Dean immediately melted down the atmosphere, "Mom, Cindy's work is so heavy, don't say anything else. Never mind, Cindy, let's get Clara to see our house."

I followed Cindy while holding back my dissatisfaction towards Dean's mother. I looked at their house for a moment. During my visit, Dean's mother kept nagging.

Maybe Dean was afraid Cindy didn't like her mother's attitude, at times she would wink at her mother, but her mother didn't seem to care and was still nagging.

However, I'm starting to not be optimistic about Cindy and Dean's future. Not to mention Dean who is not capable, only his shameless mother alone will make Cindy suffer.

I really didn't want to listen to Dean's mother's nagging, I told Cindy to go buy something at the supermarket, then I left the place.

Half an hour later, Cindy called me. I was in the supermarket staring at both mother and son.

The mother is in her forties, her face looks no change, her dress model was a model a few years ago. A little boy of about two years old used his fat little hand flipping around curiously his daily necessities on a shopping cart.

I remember that middle-aged woman, her face engraved in my mind. The boy's face looked like someone.

Candras.

Right, this brat is very similar to Candra, especially when Candra was a child. In Candra's old house and I, there was a picture of Candra as a child, the boy in front of me was the original version of the photo.

This boy is a small version of Candra.

The woman was the wife of the couple who took my son away from the hospital two years ago. Unexpectedly after two years, I met the woman and my son in this way.

I stared at the boy on the shopping cart. At that moment, my eyes were hot. My little heart said, 'Son, I am your mother.'

The woman pushed the shopping cart towards the cashier, I suddenly chased after her from behind.

Even though I left the boy cruelly at first, he was still my flesh and blood. I was pregnant for 10 months and gave birth by caesarean section. For the past two years, I have been dreaming about him.

I don't know if the couple treated him like their own son, don't know what his face looks like. Does it look like me or Candra? I don't know if she's okay.

My footsteps followed them as if I could not control them.

The phone rang in my bag, but I didn't answer the call. I kept chasing him until he was three meters away from the cashier. I saw the middle-aged woman carrying the items in the shopping cart to the cashier.

"260 grand," said the cashier.

The woman looked doubtful, as if she was thinking about which item she did not want to buy. Then, he took the toy car in the fat boy's hand and said, "Miss, I didn't buy this."

I looked at the corner of the cashier's mouth twitching with a face filled with a disdainful expression, then he muttered softly, "Have you figured out that you can't afford to buy, why take this much stuff?"

The expression of the middle-aged woman looked awkward, but she simply bit her lips and stuffed a bag of groceries into the shopping basket without saying a word. Seeing his mother not returning the toy car, the little boy in the shopping cart began to cry sadly.

"Mom, I want ...."

"Claras?"

At this moment, I heard Cindy's scream. I looked towards the direction the shout was coming from with a panicked expression, I saw Cindy standing at the entrance of the store while waving towards me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, I looked away and ignored Cindy, but when I looked back, the mother and son were gone. I rushed to the exit. However, at night there were very many customers who were in the store. At this moment, people were passing by and I didn't find the mother and child anymore.

As I approached Cindy desperately, Cindy was immediately startled, "Clara, what's wrong with you?"

"I saw the boy" I said as if there was a hole in my heart dripping with blood. I held my chest with my hands without being able to hold it.

Instantly, Cindy's mouth gaped and her eyes widened. After a while he understood what I meant. Some time later, she raised her hand to tidy up the hair on my cheek and said in a sad voice, "Clara, don't be sad."

I sobbed and all of a sudden my tears immediately flowed, I said, "Cindy, I'm sorry."

I regret giving my son to someone else.

I've been sorry.

Cindy grabbed my shoulder and pulled my trembling body into her arms. He didn't say anything, but I knew that he must be sad too.

For days, I was like a crazy person who always went to that supermarket. I wish I could meet my son again, even if only once. But what disappointed me more was that I never saw the mother and the child again.

I began to worry that it seemed like the condition of the child and the woman who adopted him was not so good. He even hesitated to buy an item that cost over 200 thousand. Husband and wife are employees, their situation should not be like this.

Did something unwanted happen? I started thinking about the no-no.

As I was about to work, I accidentally met Stella at the door of the expedition company.

Just as I was about to enter, she walked out wearing a beautiful Chanel dress and holding a limited edition Hermes in her hands, the makeup on her face looking very pretty, she looked like a rich lady.

When Stella saw me, her tall and slender body smiled flirtatiously, "Oh, isn't this Miss Clara? Why are you working here? Too bad, if I don't remember wrongly, Miss Clara is a lawyer. Is it because it was once an affair and robbed the husbands of others, also bumped into people's children to prison for several years, so unable to find a job? Ckc ...."

I furrowed my eyebrows, and my colleagues whispered, "It turns out he was in prison, really scary."

I could feel the strange gazes of my comrades, they looked at me as if I was a terrifying monster.

I glared at Stella with cold eyes, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of my mouth, "That bastard? I gave it to you. one was a bastard and the other was a woman ******. You guys are really a very compatible couple."

My words made the proud smile on Stella's face stiffen. The corners of his lips seemed to tremble, his face looking paled. He clearly looks very angry.

At this moment, the sound of a door slamming behind me, someone from behind immediately spoke, "Who are you talking about?"