Chapter 1083: Victim
Patricia and Angel idled on the side of the bridge, watching all types of vehicles drive past them. One might wonder whether they were counting how many cars had already passed or if they were just too mentally distracted to care.
"Hmm?" Angel raised his brows when he tried to finish the can of beer, only to realize it was already empty. He tapped it a few times, but all he got was a few drops.
He had only brought two cans of beer, knowing he still had to drive. He would’ve finished it earlier, but halfway through the can, he got lost in a short trip down memory lane.
Oh, well.
Angel glanced at Patricia, about to tell her they should head back. But before he could say a word, Patricia started talking.
’Great.’He rolled his eyes, tilting his head back until it bumped gently against the bridge’s railing. ’Now it’s time for the long story.’
"They don’t need me," Patricia muttered under her breath. "I checked my phone, and they didn’t even try to reach out. That’s why I came home to see what was going on. But when I came home... they were all fine. In fact, they looked happier without me."
Patricia kept her eyes downcast. "It made me angry, but what made me the most furious was when they started acting concerned. They didn’t look concerned before I came, though. So, why act concern in my face?"
"Haha... it’s funny," she laughed bitterly. "How could they... how can they laugh so freely when I can’t? They’re even having a feast as if they didn’t have a daughter who hadn’t come home for days. It’s unfair."
Angel scrunched up his nose and coldly commented, "You’re unfair."