“Honey, why do you only eat? Drink it too.”
After Javier gave the fruit juice in front of me, he saw that I did not move and was immediately puzzled.
He slapped his forehead and said, “Oh, I forgot you are allergic to mango.”
“You and Garcia are cousins and she's not allergic, so why can't you be allergic? Is it because the genes on your father's side are not good?”
The first thing that came to his mind was not guilt, but blaming me for being allergic to mango.
That was really ridiculous.
But he was right about one thing, paternal genes were undeniably important.
I could not bear to imagine the possibility of giving birth to a child who might inherit Javier's selfishness and cruelty.
The thought of being tormented by both father and son filled me with dread.
In the end, there would be no dignity left for me, no coffin, no ceremony. Just a lonely burial wrapped in a roll of straw.
“By the way, shall we go watch the meteor shower together tonight?” Javier suddenly suggested.
I vaguely remember that not long ago, I told Javier that I wanted to watch a meteor shower.
“Garcia has been waiting for a long time. Let's go together and take care of each other,” Javier continued.