Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 151: Her Words Are All Rubbish

Cathy's mother compressed her lower lip and sighed. "Your father and I have been married for decades. I always know his mood. The only thing I regret is that I didn't follow him to work every day, or else he wouldn't do so many dirty things behind me."

Cathy quickly put down her cup and comforted her mom by saying, "Forget about the past. Hasn't he been punished now?Prison is a legal sanction, and he is paralyzed at home, which is compensation for you, you did nothing wrong, the one to be blame is him."

"Well, I'll go over and ask him, maybe he will tell me something. Don't think too much about it. He's got so many things on his mind that he won't hide them from you at this time." Cathy's mother sighed and said nothing more.

After that, Cathy taught Mila to write a few words in her bedroom. After the little girl fell asleep, she went out of the room.

Cathy's mother just came out of the bathroom, wiped her hair and asked, "Did the girl fall asleep?"All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cathy went over and took the towel to wipe her and nodded. "Yeah, actually, I brought her back to try to alleviate her autism. That's the way I figured out with Matt."

Cathy's mother sat down, raised her eyebrows and asked, "So you and Matt? In a relationship?"

"I've made it clear. You'll never make fun of us again." Cathy smiled briskly.

Cathy's mother seems not to be surprised at all, said it lightly, "It seems that you still not over Tyrone."

The one who knows best about daughter is mother. When the boy came to their house to find Cathy, she saw the result, and she naturally stood together with her daughter. No matter what she chose, she would not object.

Cathy suddenly rolled her eyes and pouted out, "Who's not over him? There are not the only two men in the world."

Oh, god. In her mom's eyes, she has no one to choose, has she?

"But I have only one daughter. No matter what you choose, Mom respects you." Cathy's mother solemnly said.

Cathy, stunned by her unexpected words, took her in her arms and thanked her by saying, "Mom, you are the best mom in the world."

"Oh, you are so sweet, wash and sleep quickly." Cathy's mother pulled the towel and wiped hair.

Cathy stopped laughing, raised her chin, pointed to the door of another bedroom and asked, "Did Dad sleep?"

Cathy's mother, with a faint expression, turned back to the bathroom and dropped a sentence, "You'll know if you see"

Cathy nodded and slowly pushed the door of Cathy's father's room.

The man in bed seemed to feel the movement and closed his eyes.

Cathy did not see it, but approached, looked at him, then sat down next to the bed, lightly said: "Okay, come on, it's me."

During this period, there were only three of them at home. Every night when she came back, Cathy's mother would tell her about her father's mood during the day. Although she had just appeased Cathy's mother, it did not mean that she did not think much about it.

Still there was no movement.

Cathy picked up her eyebrows and laughed, "Come on, open your eyes. Okay, since you don't want to say it, keep holding on."

Then she deliberately make some noise of getting up and leaving.

"Wait a minute." The man in bed finally couldn't hold on. He coughed and his voice was hoarse and old.

The old man opened his eyes and looked at her. With an embarrassing smile, he found himself an way out. "You are back."

Cathy immediately wanted to roll her eyes, sat down again and asked coldly, "It's so late. Why don't you sleep?"