Chapter 362 Why Do These Things?
Sarah had never before found herself in such a state of resistance until he entered her life. Antonio, who knew Sarah intimately, was well aware that she would never claim ignorance of a person unless she had a reason to hide their relationship from him. Yet, now she was altering her narrative, insisting that she and this stranger, Allen, were close friends.
Antonio found himself questioning how Sarah could have such a friend without his knowledge.
It was then that he began to understand why Sarah had never objected to Alex's frequent visits to their home, bearing gifts from this mysterious Allen. Antonio was left to wonder, "Who exactly is Allen? What could he have possibly said to Sarah to make her so resolute?"
He stood at the doorway, squinting his eyes in thought for a full ten minutes before finally departing.
Meanwhile, overseas, James was taken aback when he received an unexpected call from Antonio. "Sir, how may I assist you?" he asked.
Antonio responded with a simple request, "I'll send you a company name. Their boss is named Allen. I want you to find out everything you can about them."
James was stunned when he saw the name of the company. Wasn’t this the same company that had previously swindled Valencia Inc.?
Antonio had been furious at the time, but he had taken no action. Why was he now suddenly interested in investigating this company?
James, however, didn't question Antonio's motives. Having been by his side for many years, he could sense the change in Antonio's tone. It was clear that Antonio was not in a mood to be questioned.
"Understood, sir. I'll get on it right away," James responded.
Antonio ended the call, his heart filled with a burning desire to find Allen. "I will find you," he vowed, casting one last glance at the luxurious villa before driving away.
Inside the villa, Sarah sat on the floor, feeling weak and hollow. She had never wanted to resolve her issues with Antonio through arguments, but every encounter between them felt like a clash of two unyielding forces, neither willing to yield to the other. It was as if they were both unwilling to listen to the other's explanations, each stubbornly clinging to their own perspectives. Sarah rubbed her arms, fighting back tears.
The four children were still in their room. They must be frightened. Each child had their own thoughts on the situation.
"Why can't we help Daddy?" Harper questioned, defiance in her eyes.
“Didn’t you see how he mistreated Mommy?” Brian retorted, his brow furrowed.
"Maybe we can help them communicate," Ryan suggested, though his words fell on deaf ears.
"I just want Mommy to be okay," Ethan confessed, his lips pursed. If Mommy was sad, he would be too.
After a heated discussion, the children were exhausted. They sat in silence, each on their own small chair, not uttering a word. "Kids, what would you like for dinner? I'll make it extra special for you," Sarah called from outside the room. She hadn't cooked for them in the past two days and hoped that preparing a meal now would help to soothe her troubled mind.
Brian cleared his throat and rushed to open the door. "We'll eat whatever Mommy makes," he declared.
"Yeah, Mommy's cooking is the most delicious," Ethan chimed in, offering Sarah a smile.
Harper, still sulking, didn't feel like speaking, but she gave Sarah a small smile to show her agreement.
Ryan, not one to make demands, simply nodded in agreement.
Sarah, with her keen senses, immediately noticed that something was amiss with the children. It appeared that they had had a disagreement. However, she chose not to probe further.
Children, she believed, had a way of resolving their own conflicts, and it was best for adults to refrain from interfering.
"Then I'll prepare your favorite dishes. Ensure to finish everything tonight," Sarah said , her smile gracing her lips as she looked at her four children. Yet, her smile lacked its usual brilliance.
Brian, her eldest, noticed the change immediately, and a pang of sorrow gripped his heart. His mother was his world, and his greatest desire was to see her perpetually bathed in happiness. The sight of her forced smile now, however, stirred a sense of unease within him.
After the door closed behind their mother, Brian resumed his position, sinking back into his chair. He remained silent for a few moments before finally breaking the silence. "I think Ethan's right," he declared.
The other three children glanced up, their eyes wide with confusion as they turned their gazes towards Brian.
"We've been arguing for so long, all in an attempt to make Mommy happy, haven't we?" Brian's voice carried a note of emphasis, underscoring the gravity of his point.
"Yeah, I feel that Mommy is really happy when she's with Daddy, so I especially like Daddy," Harper chimed in, her voice soft yet firm.
"I feel the same way. Maybe about two-thirds," Ethan added, his lips pursed in thought, his words carrying a literal meaning.
"So what should we do?" Ryan questioned, his voice laced with uncertainty.
"Since our focus is to make Mommy happy, what does it have to do with Antonio? As long as Mommy is happy, that's all that matters," Brian stated, sitting upright in his chair, his expression serious. "What do you think?"
"I don't think it's completely unrelated, but it's not unreasonable either..." Ryan stammered, struggling to articulate his thoughts. He had always wanted to defend Antonio, to explain his father's actions, but he didn't quite know how to put it into words.
"So, what should we do?" Harper asked again, her voice echoing the uncertainty that hung in the air.
Seeing that the others didn't have any concrete opinions, Brian took out his phone and dialed Alex's number, issuing a few instructions.
However, Alex's confusion was evident in his response. "What? Why should I do these things?"
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