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182. Chapter 182 Father and Son II

The mother sitting on the swing chair sighed softly after hearing these words from her child, but she did not look much sad. On the contrary, she seemed a little happy.

"But he is not completely incompetent, right?" Alice said gently.

"Yes, I know, I know all of these, I am an adult." Sean smiled bitterly, and then sat down with a little depressed look beside his mother, "But... what I want...I hope...not just two or three letters every month, postcards to write wherever you go, and a phone call for two or three days. What I want is to tell me how to choose when I am confused, encourage me to keep moving forward when I retreat, and tell me to fight back with my fists when I am bullied..."

He covered his face and muttered to himself, as if he was trapped in some memory. His mother did not speak, but just reached out and patted him on his back.

"Sorry, mom, I'm a little too excited." After a while, Sean adjusted his emotions.

"It's okay, I feel much better when I say something from my heart." Mom said with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I think that in a short period of time, my father and I still have irreconcilable conflicts." Sean sighed, "He felt that the catering group he had spent more than ten years working hard was where I should go, so no matter what I do now, in his eyes, it is not doing my job."

"It doesn't matter, this is a conflict accumulated over a long period of time, and it naturally needs to be resolved for a long time," Mom didn't care, and her smile was even more kind. "And, I'm very happy. From what you said, you still love your father, and everything is good."

Although Shaun was a little surprised, he didn't say anything and just held his mother's hand.

"Okay, the wind is a bit strong. It's time for me to go back to the house. You must also need some separate time," my mother stood up in insight, "I won't disturb you anymore."

"Okay, mom." Sean nodded, stood up and watched his mother go back before sitting back.

Still love dad? Forget it, I just want him to admit my grades. He said this in his heart. Of course, Sean also knew in his heart that some things were just not thinking about and could not admit them.

As some movies or novels say, after careful preparation for a long time, a supporting character can finally kill his enemy, and then the protagonist asks him what else can you do after revenge. After having been fighting for such a long time, suddenly one side surrenders, and the other side finds joy or the joy is very short, and with it more holes of losing their targets.

Although Sean and his father have not reached a certain level, they cannot be easily resolved, so they can only be given to time temporarily.

Why do fathers in their past and present lives look the same? Sean sighed and looked up at the dark night sky again.

"Why are you so stupid? You can't handle this problem well?"

"Look at other people's children, why do you pass the exam if others get 90 or above?"

"I worked hard outside to earn money, so you can repay this? Are you worthy of me?"

The rude man in his previous life had not received any higher education and was not at home for a long time. He could only instinctively measure the child's pros and cons by exam scores. He was independent since childhood and used to having his own opinions, so he often quarreled with each other and was beaten a lot.

"Stand here and stand up! Don't have any extra moves. When you make a mistake, you have to pay!"

"Do you know what you did? No matter how many reasons you have, you are slandering the family!"

"From tomorrow, you are not allowed to go to bars to sing on the bar. There are many places to work, and this is my decision!"

Although this serious man in this life is knowledgeable and good at socializing, he is also not at home for a long time and never gives his children a choice. He finally feels like home, and with a mother who is good at mediation, most of the conflicts end with his patience and concessions, which also leads to the current sharp contradictions.

Although the two of them are almost all-round differences, they are essentially the same. They are always used to controlling everything, always not allowed to object, and always think that they are right. They only ask you to do what they say, but never think about your feelings. Under the banner of "This is for your good", they ask you to be an obedient machine.

However, even so, some things are hidden in Sean's heart and may never be erased.

The man in his previous life fell off his handbag because the safety measures on the construction site were not in place. The ambulance was fine even before it was not done. According to his coworkers, he grabbed the foreman's hand tightly when he was dying and refused to let go. He knew that the foreman repeatedly promised that he would send the pension back, and even pulled a group of people to testify before he died.

Although this man in this life was still outside when he felt his growth and his father's image again, he was always outside all year round and could only contact him by phone and could only go home on holidays, but many letters were still stored in Sean's bedroom at home, in an inconspicuous small box.

"When the snow on the top of the Alps came into my eyes, I could only admire, and the fatigue on the journey was swept away. The towering mountain peaks, the dazzling snow, and the magnificent scenery made everyone who looked up and looked up in awe. How regretful I was at this time. How happy and happy it would be if my wife and children were together and looked at this shocking scenery..."

This is one of the countless essays he wrote to him. In addition, there are many poems, which are written in a sloppy manner, just like modern poems and prose. In short, there is always a prose or poem in the two letters that are fixed every month, not to mention irregular postcards.

Although unlike the other person, who is always in conflict with Sean, he finally expressed his feelings in a unique way, but slowly permeated and wrapped it with ubiquitous details.

It's really a headache... Sean finally stood up and stretched his waist hard. In fact, many times, he should be glad that, as I said before, fortunately, there is a gentle, considerate and good at mediating conflicts in this life, otherwise he might run away from home before he was 18 years old.

As for the unreliable, heartless sister who likes to be slander, okay, it is hard to admit that she is a little helpful. But speaking of it, I don’t seem to care much about the love history of my parents in this life, and I don’t know how the father who is used to being self-centered married his mother.

With these messy thoughts in mind, Sean returned to the villa. Compared to his previous depression, he was in a much better mood. His mother was right and some words were indeed more comfortable to say.

The next day, the official Thanksgiving Day came. Although there was a very unpleasant quarrel at the dining table the night before, when the father and son met, they still tightened their faces, but there was no conflict. Even when the head of the family distributed the turkey at noon, it was as usual as before. It seemed that there was not much for him, but it was the most plump part.

"I'm so scared. It's rare that you come back once. Your father is so harsh. It's really irresistible. Can't you say something nice?" Aunt Shirley said to Sean in private with half complaint.

As the housekeeper who has worked at Sean's house for almost ten years, she basically watched him grow up, so she naturally stood on his side. It was precisely because of this that Aunt Shirley was a little fussy. Look at Liana, she looked like an old god, as if nothing happened last night.

"Good job," she even said so.

Well, actually... Lianna had some conflicts with her father, which can be seen from her previous visit. When she was still young, although her father did not run outside frequently, she also focused most of her attention on her career, so she had the same problems as Sean.

However, Lianna's degree is relatively lighter. She does not have the experience of Sean's previous life. She has a desire for parents and a complete family. She is older than Sean. So even though there were many conflicts at the beginning, she has now adjusted. After graduating from college, she joined his catering group as her father wishes. She is now the deputy director of the personnel department.

Not to mention this, since the atmosphere is quite harmonious, my father didn't say much - Sean was not worried that his mother would tell his father what he said last night. His mother knew when to say what he should say, and might reveal a little, just like revealing his father's thoughts in front of him last night, but he wouldn't say it completely.

Therefore, Sean stopped for the time being. Anyway, as long as his father did not stimulate him, he would not have an attack. He spent the rest of Thanksgiving safely.

Then, he was about to leave. The crew of "Perfect Thieves" had already sent a notice that he would report after Thanksgiving.

"Come on, Sean, go do what you want." Mother didn't try to keep her, "Of course, it would be better if you could come back for Christmas and New Year."

"I will, mom, if..." Standing in front of the Mercedes parked in the vestibule and deliberately drove over, Sean looked up at the second floor, shady, not sure if anyone was standing there.

He didn't finish speaking, but he knew that his mother must understand, so he hugged her again. After leaving, Aunt Shirley hugged her and then got in the car and left.

My father’s catering group has a market value of about 200 million, right? But my father, who served as CEO, does not have many shares, so he raised funds and diluted them again and again on the road to starting a business.

So, even if his net worth is over 100 million and he has a considerable position in San Francisco, he is far behind the top rich. So... in the future, as long as he surpasses him in this area, he doesn't need to say anything.

When the thought in my mind turned here, Sean's hand holding the steering wheel couldn't help but tighten. Waiting to admit defeat! Victory is mine! Of course, this may be a bit unfair, but so what? Luck is also a kind of strength!
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