Chapter 52 Going Home

(Lena's POV)
God, what the hell is going on?
I looked at Rafael and for a moment, I thought I had heard wrong.
"You want me to go back with you?"
"Not with me, but back with Jamie." Rafael looked at me with a serious face.
But what difference does it make?
Wouldn't going back with Jamie be going back with Rafael?
I smiled at Rafael, then tried to put Jamie down again, and this time, Jamie held on to me a little tighter.
I looked at Jamie and he looked at me with those purple eyes and the word pity was written all over his face, my God!
Jamie reached out his little hand again and grabbed me hard by the collar, putting himself in a completely clear position.
I talked a breath, really not in the mood to spend any more. Then I looked to Raphael and nodded.
At the moment I nodded, I felt the light in both their eyes at the same time.
It seems too late for me to regret it now.
Rafael was concentrating on driving and Jamie was sitting next to me. He didn't want me to hold him anymore, but, still, he was holding on to my hand as if he was afraid I would run away.
I didn't think much of it although I didn't want to come, but, since I had agreed to it, there was no possibility of regret.
The only thing that made me a little heartbroken was Jamie's reaction. Even with all the love and care, Rafael gives him, Jamie is a child without a mother.
While I was messing around with my thoughts, Rafael had arrived at the house.
I pulled Jamie out of the car, and for some reason, when I saw the house, I suddenly felt like I was coming home. I took a deep breath and then followed Raphael inside.
Once inside, this familiar feeling grew stronger and stronger. I looked around at my surroundings and my eyes got wet all of a sudden. At this time, Rafael turned around, and when he saw my expression, he seemed to be taken aback: "What's wrong with you, Lena? Is it that you are not feeling well?"
I gave Raphael a look and shook my head. I wasn't going to tell Raphael what I thought, or he would have argued with me again about what we used to do.
I was tolerant of Jamie, but I wasn't tolerant of him.
"I'm fine, Rafael."
While we were talking, a man came out from inside the room, he looked older, wearing a formal suit, his hair was tidied up very well. When he saw me, his eyes widened and he looked very surprised.
The man opened his mouth, but did not speak, he looked to Rafael as if to ask him something.
I saw Rafael nod, and then, in a tone of little emotion, he said, "I got her back."
I rolled my eyes and interrupted Raphael, even though it was a little rude, but I didn't want to hear what he was going to say next.
"Okay, Rafael, I'm only staying with you temporarily, and as soon as I'm completely healed, I'll leave, got it?"
Now, the man's expression looked even more confused.
Then, without any evasion, the man said, "Mr. Raphael, have you quarreled with Madame again?"
"No, she's having a tantrum with me, Bob."
"I am not his wife." I have repeated this phrase countless times, but it seems that everyone except me thinks that I am Raphael's wife.
Bob's brow furrowed and he still seemed puzzled, even though my tone had risen so firmly.
"Madam, although I know that sir did do a lot of excessive things, for God's sake, you shouldn't say such things."
I let out a sigh.
For God's sake, I'm telling the truth.
When I tried to explain again, Rafael did it for me, "Bob, don't irritate Lena, she doesn't remember anything."
Bob's mouth opened wide for a moment, his mouth can be directly stuffed down an egg.
I felt angry and couldn't help but laugh out loud at the scene in front of me.
Raphael did not continue to explain to him, "Where are Martha and Miller, Bob, and have them prepare a good dinner."
"One more thing, Rafael." I saw him turn to leave and called out to him.
Rafael looked at me.
"Where do I live?"
"You're in a room with me," Rafael said reasonably, and he didn't see anything wrong with that.
"And you just said you couldn't irritate me."
"Just kidding." He didn't show any expression, "Bob, have Miller clean up the guest room."
I watched Rafael leave, glanced down at Jamie, and then breathed a small sigh of relief.
My room was tidied up before dinner was ready. When I pushed the door open and entered, the girl named Miller was arranging the vases on the table.
I looked at Miller and didn't say anything.
Miller also saw me, and her movements seemed to have frozen, but soon she recovered and smiled at me, even though her eyes had filled with tears.
"Honey, it's so good to see you again." Miller put down what he was holding and came over to me.
I felt relieved and gave her the same smile.
There are so many things that are familiar to me in this home, and so is Miller.
The moment I saw her, a voice suddenly emerged from my mind.
She doesn't seem to have changed at all.
"This is my room, isn't it? Rafael told me about it, hard work."
I still felt a little nervous because Miller's reaction was just a little too much.
She wiped her tears away and nodded.
"Yes, ma'am, it's okay, it's what I'm supposed to do, I'm putting your favorite lilies in for you, but I'm not sure you're enjoying it right now either." At the end of the sentence, Miller's voice trailed off.
Yes, I like it, I do like lilies best.
I didn't know what to say, but, at this time, I still wanted to condole with her: "Are you doing well?"
Miller blinked, "Okay, well good, thanks!"
But, soon, her expression became a little despondent.
"But Mr. Rafael is having a bad time."
I was suddenly afraid of hearing about Raphael from someone else, but, for once, I didn't reject Miller's idea.
"Madam, from the day you disappeared, Sir has been looking for you."
I didn't look over at Miller, who was a kind girl, and could feel it even though I had lost my memory. Her tone was sad, and she was still trying to steady herself.
I didn't say anything.
"You know, ma'am, at first when you left, the gentleman was about to go crazy, you were supposed to have been handling the company before you left, but, during that time, the gentleman didn't manage the company at all, if it wasn't for the gentleman's friend scolding him."
I looked up at Miller, not sure what kind of expression to put on.
Miller didn't even expect me to respond to her in any way.
She continued, "I've never seen Mr. show that kind of look before, and that was a first. However, even though he regained his composure and released very much news, only, many people want that lucrative prize money, random people who have nothing to do with you. After Mr. Raphael's hopes ignited O, they have quickly dashed again."
Miller gave a soft laugh, but soon, his smile disappeared: "In fact, no matter who thinks that you have been in trouble, madam, of course, you may have left and then went far away, but the gentleman spent a lot of effort, using a particularly large number of contacts, or no news of you, so, so many people speculate that you have died. "
I let out a breath. Even after hearing Miller say something like that, I didn't feel angry.
I can feel Rafael's desperation and understand Miller's feelings.
"But I'm not dead, Miller, and anyway, I've come back."
Though not in the capacity they would like to return.
Miller nodded, "Ma'am, I didn't believe Bob at all when I heard him say you were back."
"So you didn't come to me either, did you?"
"I'm worried about seeing someone who looks like you, but isn't you, ma'am, and I'm afraid that's what's going to happen."
"That's great, Miller, I am who I am."
Miller smiled: "Yes, ma'am, I figured out just now that if Mr. Raphael did bring the others back, I'm afraid the young master wouldn't approve."
I looked to Miller: "Why? Hasn't Rafael been thinking about finding Jamie a mother?"
Miller looked at me, and then, she shook her head: "At first, Mr. Raphael and we really had some trouble coping with the young master, but after that, they were always on the same page, and even Mr. Raphael thought it might be more appropriate to find a mother for the young master, but that just didn't work."
My brow furrowed and my eyes got a little confused.
After Miller saw my appearance, her smile disappeared: "Ma'am, are you still unaware? Sir loves you guys."
"What?"
"The young master has congenital autism."
It was as if something had hit me and I couldn't speak for a moment.
Miller's words made me think of a lot of things for a moment.
If Jamie were truly autistic, he would still be willing to approach me at the warehouse and call me "mom" when we met later.
Even though we haven't met, we've never met.
At that moment, I wanted to take Jamie into my arms, even for Raphael, some other different feelings appeared in my heart.