My Mother Has A System But Won't Use It Mga Nobela at Kwento

"However, now, my mother-in-law is bad-mouthing me in the chat..." "Let her talk." My mom's voice hardened. "Words won't kill you. If you'd signed and then couldn't pay, we'd lose the house. Your dad's over 60 now and still breaking his back at work. That money was earned with his sweat. What has she ever given you?" "Mom..." "Trust me, you did the right thing. Give it a few days. She'll cool off, and it'll all blow over." I just grunted, not bothering with words.

I should just let it go. *** "I'm not feeling well today and I don't think I'll be able to go to the market." My mother said, tuning on the couch she was sleeling on. " I had used the last money on me, to settle same customers I owed in the market. That which you had sent to me last month, I used it to pay the utility bills and also paid part of Brandon's school fee. I don't know exactly what we are going to do. Everything is completely finished in the house."

I remembered that Monday was a holiday, and the company would return until Tuesday, I couldn't bear not seeing her, so I made a video call, but she doesn't answer, I insist ten more times and my patience is running out “Why do not you answer me?” “Because I'm with my mother, stop bothering me!” “Don't make me say hello to your mother… answer!” “Damn Andy, I'm with my mother, I don't have her by my side at all times, her situation is getting worse, I'm taking care of her, she has a crisis, and the hospital here doesn't have good care, don't be desperate, bye”.

my mother exclaimed angrily. After hearing my answer, my mother panicked. In fact, she blamed me for not raising the money. Understanding how stressed she was at the moment, I couldn’t really blame her. Nevertheless, I still felt miserable. Me: Mom, I really want to help Wayne too, but I truly don’t have the ability to do so. Despite trying to borrow money from my friends, no one was willing to lend me even a single cent, I explained. Many people knew about my family’s situation, so even if they had money, they wouldn’t lend it to me. Therefore, I was certain there was nothing I could do this time.

"Yes. My mother's medical care is astronomical, and her insurance won't cover jack shit. I sold my house, my car, and almost everything I owned, moving in with her to try and keep everything afloat but after a few years, I couldn't do it on what I was making. No one would give me a loan and her house is in such shitty condition that I couldn't refinance. The damn thing didn't qualify. By that point, my credit was in the toilet since I maxed out my credit cards and started missing payments. I had no recourse. I just... I reacted, grabbing onto a chance to make things right." "What's wrong with her?" I gulped another sip, handing the glass back to him. He re-poured without me asking, once agai

“Wendy! Are you insane? We bought those houses with our life-savings! We gave them all to you! How dare you use it to…” My mother was so furious that she passed out.

Father Jason says as he finally stops pacing and moves towards his mates. "I am sorry that I ran off. I didn't think about what this last ball meant to you," I apologize, and my mother gives me a small forgiving smile before she disappears into thin air. It isn't often my mother uses her teleportation ability. She says it will make her lazy. I personally would use it all the time if it were me. "I don't think I will ever get used to that one," Father Jason mumbles before we all share a small chuckle.

Now please, do the needful. I feigned concern. "Oh, is it?! Mom, you didn’t tell me that you can’t use the internet. Our new house has all these smart home systems. Maybe you should then stay here only. It would be more comfortable for you. " "Who says I don’t know how to use the internet?" She rolled her eyes at her son. "I'm a surfing pro! I know how to use every app, don’t think I’m not updated with today’s technology.”

She shakes her head. “No, you’re just surviving. You’re not really living”, she says, and I stand up, wanting this conversation to end. I can’t deal with this right now, not when I still feel Richard touching me, not while my entire body smells like him and of his shower gel. “I am tired. I’m going to bed”, I say, and she nods. Before I enter my room, I find a post-it attached to the door with a small handwritten message from Jo. “Your mother called.” I take the small piece of paper into my room, close the door, and take a deep breath. My mother is allergic to technology. She doesn’t even own a cell phone. It’s absolutely ridiculous.

"Why are you sad?" I let out a watery little chuckle. So much for hiding my emotions from this man. "I've just been so worried about him," I confess. "I haven't been able to be around as much as I want to because... well..." I gesture around, indicating the job he hired me for. "I have to make money to pay the bills. Mom is useless, except for being able to watch him, but every time I've brought up the fact that he seems a little physically delayed, she tells me that there's nothing to worry about and that all babies develop in their own time. Which I know is true," I continue, frustrated, "But... I don't know. This seems a little late, even for babies developing in their own time. And my mo