Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 59: Chapter 59
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                    I was stunned. Shirley didn't know that I was adopted by the Hinton family.
Changing the topic, I smiled and said, "My mother is most likely very envious of you having a son and a daughter."
Previously, at the care home, Mary told me that she had a granddaughter. I later found out that Mary only had one daughter, who was Shirley. So, I supposed York had either an elder sister or a younger sister.
To my surprise, a trace of sadness flashed in Shirley's eyes when she heard my words.
York glanced at me meaningfully and said to Shirley, "Mom, don't be sad. Ms. Hinton is unaware of the incident."
I was shocked and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith. Did I say something wrong?"
"I'm fine." Shirley looked at me and sighed. Her playfulness melted away, and she wore a bitter smile. She explained, "I originally had a daughter, but something happened. She has passed away."
I didn't expect the usually optimistic Shirley to have experienced such a painful past.
I felt bad for accidentally adding salt to her wound. I racked my brains to look for the right words to comfort her.
Shirley patted my hand and said, "It's fine. It's been more than 20 years."
"Mrs. Smith and York, hello!" greeted someone with a sweet voice.
A lady in a mink coat walked over with a slightly chubby girl.
Shirley looked at them, collected her emotions, and greeted them warmly, "Mrs. Young and Kattie. What a coincidence to meet you here."
"I know! I didn't know you like Oskaxish cuisine too. I know where to go the next time I want to ask you out." Mabel Young, the lady in the coat, started chatting with Shirley.
Her daughter, Kattie Young, sat down beside York uninvited. She flipped her hair and looked at York coquettishly. She said, "York, I sent you a message on WhatsApp. Why haven't you replied to me?"
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Kattie was in love with York.
"I don't use WhatsApp often," York replied politely.
I didn't know if York did it on purpose, but he smiled at me after saying that.
Kattie followed his gaze and noticed me. She asked, "Who is this lady?"
"You're Mrs. Madden, right?" Mabel recognized me and said warmly, "Mrs. Madden, we met at a charity event. Do you remember me?"
Unfortunately I had no recollection of the two of them. I smiled, nodded, and greeted, "Hello."
This mother and daughter duo were overly friendly.
Mabel was a social butterfly. She asked the waiter to get her a chair and actually joined our table uninvited.
Perhaps it was because I didn't speak much, Mabel only exchanged a few pleasantries with me before engaging in conversation with Shirley.
Meanwhile, Kattie had been staring at York the entire time. She kept trying to get his attention.
Kattie asked shyly, "York, I heard from Mrs. Smith that you are still single now. What type of girl do you like?"
York didn't even spare Kattie a glance as he calmly said, "I like skinny girls."
When Kattie heard this, her face turned red.
She was chubby with a round face.
York was obviously humiliating her.
Kattie was but an innocent girl in her early twenties. She did not know how to deal with such a blatant insult.
She pursed her lips tightly and stood up abruptly. She said to Mabel, "Mom, I suddenly feel a little unwell. Let's go home."
Mabel was chatting happily with Shirley. Kattie dragged Mabel away before she figured out what had happened.
"You rascal. You only have yourself to blame for being single," chided Shirley as she glared at York.
York joked, "That's great. You don't have to worry about me neglecting you after marrying someone."
                
            
        Changing the topic, I smiled and said, "My mother is most likely very envious of you having a son and a daughter."
Previously, at the care home, Mary told me that she had a granddaughter. I later found out that Mary only had one daughter, who was Shirley. So, I supposed York had either an elder sister or a younger sister.
To my surprise, a trace of sadness flashed in Shirley's eyes when she heard my words.
York glanced at me meaningfully and said to Shirley, "Mom, don't be sad. Ms. Hinton is unaware of the incident."
I was shocked and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith. Did I say something wrong?"
"I'm fine." Shirley looked at me and sighed. Her playfulness melted away, and she wore a bitter smile. She explained, "I originally had a daughter, but something happened. She has passed away."
I didn't expect the usually optimistic Shirley to have experienced such a painful past.
I felt bad for accidentally adding salt to her wound. I racked my brains to look for the right words to comfort her.
Shirley patted my hand and said, "It's fine. It's been more than 20 years."
"Mrs. Smith and York, hello!" greeted someone with a sweet voice.
A lady in a mink coat walked over with a slightly chubby girl.
Shirley looked at them, collected her emotions, and greeted them warmly, "Mrs. Young and Kattie. What a coincidence to meet you here."
"I know! I didn't know you like Oskaxish cuisine too. I know where to go the next time I want to ask you out." Mabel Young, the lady in the coat, started chatting with Shirley.
Her daughter, Kattie Young, sat down beside York uninvited. She flipped her hair and looked at York coquettishly. She said, "York, I sent you a message on WhatsApp. Why haven't you replied to me?"
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Kattie was in love with York.
"I don't use WhatsApp often," York replied politely.
I didn't know if York did it on purpose, but he smiled at me after saying that.
Kattie followed his gaze and noticed me. She asked, "Who is this lady?"
"You're Mrs. Madden, right?" Mabel recognized me and said warmly, "Mrs. Madden, we met at a charity event. Do you remember me?"
Unfortunately I had no recollection of the two of them. I smiled, nodded, and greeted, "Hello."
This mother and daughter duo were overly friendly.
Mabel was a social butterfly. She asked the waiter to get her a chair and actually joined our table uninvited.
Perhaps it was because I didn't speak much, Mabel only exchanged a few pleasantries with me before engaging in conversation with Shirley.
Meanwhile, Kattie had been staring at York the entire time. She kept trying to get his attention.
Kattie asked shyly, "York, I heard from Mrs. Smith that you are still single now. What type of girl do you like?"
York didn't even spare Kattie a glance as he calmly said, "I like skinny girls."
When Kattie heard this, her face turned red.
She was chubby with a round face.
York was obviously humiliating her.
Kattie was but an innocent girl in her early twenties. She did not know how to deal with such a blatant insult.
She pursed her lips tightly and stood up abruptly. She said to Mabel, "Mom, I suddenly feel a little unwell. Let's go home."
Mabel was chatting happily with Shirley. Kattie dragged Mabel away before she figured out what had happened.
"You rascal. You only have yourself to blame for being single," chided Shirley as she glared at York.
York joked, "That's great. You don't have to worry about me neglecting you after marrying someone."
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