Chapter 39

His and Mr. Shein's tattoos are different. Am I wrong to suspect? Isn't he my wife? The rain has stopped and we are inside the house. We are no longer the ones who told our mother to stay at home because she herself took the initiative to let us sleep there.

I feel confusion and fear now. Conscience has been eating into my entire system since I saw the tattoo earlier.

I don't think that in my whole life I was wrong about something. The mother and Dave had a pleasant conversation with Harold. I can't keep up with them.

I stood up so they all looked at me. I smiled at them, "what.. I'll just go to Shiela first, mom."

"What? It's night!" The mother said. I shook my head and smiled raw.

"It's the mother. It doesn't seem to be used. Even if I go to them early in the morning, it's fine because the people here know me." I told him.

"Even,"

"Let's go." I will convince him. He sighed and nodded.

"I'll come with you," Harold interjected, surprising me a little. "N-Don't," I stammered. The smile