Chapter 488 No Longer Mother And Daughter
Thalassa glanced at Kenny.
For a moment, she was taken back to memories of the past.
Like when her mother remarried and one of Justin's relatives' kids pushed her and stole her toy.
She went to her mother in tears, but her mother said, "I’m in a tough spot right now, can you be a good girl and not make trouble?"
Or the time when she had just started her business.
She was facing a tough challenge and vented to Chris for a bit.
Chris had responded seriously, "Thalassa, you're an adult. You need to handle these difficulties on your own and not expect me or anyone else to solve them for you."
In reality, whether it was going to her mother or complaining to Chris.
She never expected her mother to retrieve the toy or deal with the kid.
And she certainly never thought Chris would solve her problems for her.
After her split with Chris, she had an awakening. Looking back, considering Chris's capabilities, even in the beginning stages of her entrepreneurial endeavors, Chris remained an unsolvable conundrum for her. All she yearned for was to share her troubles with those dearest to her, to hear them coax her with a few words of comfort. However, Thalassa had a premonition that her current predicament was far from trivial.
The brevity of their acquaintance leaves it uncertain whether Kenny would find her burdensome.
A vast shadow seemed to engulf Thalassa in an instant, reaching out to Kenny before hesitantly retracting back into the darkness.
"It's nothing." Thalassa shook her head. "I'm easy when it comes to food, you decide."
Kenny's eyes held a deep, inscrutable gaze. He nodded. "Alright."
Thalassa averted her gaze, besieged by guilt and anxiety. After much thought, she resolutely decided she must confront the Shaw family for answers.
First, Thalassa called Justin, but after several attempts, there was no response. She then called Maria. The phone rang for a while before Maria finally answered.
"Thalassa..."
"Did you get a divorce?" Thalassa inquired.
Maria hesitated before replying somberly, "Why would you wish for my divorce, dear?"
"Enough." Thalassa's patience ran thin, not willing to tolerate her manipulative tactics, "Did Justin pass my number to God knows who again? You two now see me as an ATM?"
"How could you think that?" Maria sounded genuinely shocked.
Last time Justin claimed they had no choice but to turn to Thalassa.
"Are you with Justin right now?" Thalassa asked sternly. "Tell him, don't play these games anymore. Even if debt collectors kill and dismember you, I won't pay a penny more. If he tries this again, I'll report both of you for extortion!"
"How is it extortion when I'm asking my own daughter for money?" Maria's voice grew anxious, "Besides, Mr. Justin isn't like that, you must be mistaken!"
"Mrs. Maria." Thalassa's tone was cold and distant. "We're no longer mother and daughter."
"Thalassa!" Maria rebuked sharply.
"Convey my message to Justin; I won't hold back anymore."
With that, Thalassa hung up without hesitation.
Seated there, she pondered for a moment before placing a call to the company's legal department.
"I want to know the procedure to reclaim money, property, and finances that I've given to someone else," Thalassa stated.
"Was it a gift?" the person on the other end asked.
Thalassa considered for a moment before saying, "There's no written documentation, but the purchases were made from my account."
"The situation can be recovered quite easily. If you need our assistance, just send us the relevant transfer and purchase records, and we'll handle the rest for you."
"Okay, I'll have someone deliver them to you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Thalassa felt as if all her energy had been drained; she spread her arms wide and collapsed onto the bed.
She didn't want to become a burden to Kenny.
Nor did she want to see in Kenny's eyes the same look of annoyance that Chris and Maria had whenever they faced trouble.
So, she resolved to take care of everything herself.
There was a popular saying back in her school days, “If you can’t hold onto the sand, just let it go.”
During her adolescent years, she even used that phrase as a personal signature, thinking it was so characteristic.
However, times changed.
It was only when she truly understood what that phrase meant that he realized how painful its implications could be.
After a pleasant dinner, Fiona was preparing to visit Daren's family.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come along?" Darwin asked, standing in front of the car, frowning.
Fiona shook her head. "You don't need to interact with those people."
“Are you trying to protect me?” Darwin insisted on getting a clear answer.
Fiona hadn't responded yet when the car window rolled down.
Chicago's tiny hands clung to the window sill, her eyes shimmered like wet grapes, looking at her father then back to her mother. "Mommy, are you guys going on a date?"
Fiona was puzzled.
"Go ahead, Wendy will take good care of us," Chicago added.
"We're not going on a date." Fiona tapped her nose gently, "I have some business to take care of, and daddy will go home with you guys."
"Can't he come along to where you're doing business?" Chicago asked seriously.
The TV said that couples need to spend time alone together to nurture their relationship.
"No, he can't." Fiona shook her head patiently.
Chicago sighed and finally turned to Darwin. "Since that's the case, don't disturb mommy anymore, let's get in the car!"
Fiona burst into laughter, then looked at Darwin. "Did you hear that?"
Darwin remained silent.
“Call me if you need anything,” Darwin said resignedly.
"Okay."
Then, Darwin got into the car and took the kids home.
Fiona headed straight to Daren’s place.
Clarie and Bettie Baker had already arrived a little while ago.
Darwin's place was a large, flat unit with direct elevator access.
When Fiona arrived, Clarie quickly got up to greet her, "Madam, I'm sorry you had to come all this way yourself..."
Clarie was only a few years older than Fiona.
However, years of hard work and illness had aged her considerably.
"Daren is a lifesaver to me, to Charles, so it's only right that we visit," Fiona said gently. "Daren mentioned that you haven't been feeling well. Have you felt unwell during your trip here?"
"Everything's fine," Clarie responded with a bashful smile. "It was my first time flying, and you even got me a first-class ticket. How could I feel uncomfortable?"
"Let's go inside and talk."
Moments later, Daren and his family, along with Fiona, all sat in the living room.
"Madam, thank you for saving me," Bettie said, her eyes brimming with tears. "If it weren't for you, they would have sent me off to Southeast Asia by tomorrow."
"Don't worry, they won't bother you anymore," Fiona reassured her softly.
"Okay." Bettie Baker nodded, her voice choked with emotion.
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