Chapter 473 The Warm And Loving Julia

As a teenager, I used to always run to my mother's room and sob whenever I was bullied ruthlessly by Crystal and Yvette. And I would always take advantage of my father's good mood to question him about my mother's whereabouts. Despite that, he would often fly into a rage and slap me across the face. Gradually, I stopped asking him. “I'm a grown-up now, Dad. You said it yourself before that once I become an adult, then I don't need your care and concern anymore.” After saying that, I took a long deep breath. It was late summer, and the air was warm and humid. However, I somehow felt chilled to the bones.