NovelEnglishChapter 993 He Has Something on His Mind Chapter 993 He Has Something on His Mind I was confident this was true, even though it was simply conjecture.
There was not much left in Bibury. It's just that my dad was most reluctant to leave behind his books.
"We'll set out in the next few days and return as soon as possible! We'll see how things go," my mom said. "You must settle it when you return, or I'll take charge. Whatever needs to be given away, give it away. Your his in Foswood, and Bibury was never your home. Why hold onto it?" I said this intentionally.
My mom's face stiffened momentarily, and she sneakily glanced at my dad.
Afraid they might overthink, I quickly added, "Am I wrong? I am your home, right? I've stayed in Foswood, so why do you want to return to Bibury?" My mom looked relaxed after I said those words, so I knew my theory was correct. Bibury was not their hometown.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"When we're not here, cback early to care for Ava," My mom said, looking quite worried.
"Got it! I'll book your flight tickets, and if you want to send things back, you can ship them to Amethyst Apartments. It's more convenient this way. It's hard for outsiders to find this place, and I don't want them to be here," I reminded them.
"Okay, you can book them. I want to get it done early." My mom seemed to have made up her mind. She ultimately decided to sell the house in Bibury because Ava was now the center of her attention.
I quickly called Carol and asked her to book the flight tickets.
When I hung up the phone, my mom sighed, "Ah... if the house is sold, we won't have a place to return to." I glanced at my mom and said with a smile, "Why do you need another home? Isn't this place your home?" My mom shook her head lightly as if speaking to herself, "It's different! If it's sold, there won't be 'us' anymore!" My dad remained silent.
"Aren't there no close relatives of ours there?" I asked casually. In my memories, few close people were there, except for my dad's ver colleagues. They hardly had many friends.
My mom quickly replied, "Of course there are relatives. But you're rarely at home, so you haven't seen them much!" "I haven't seen our relatives. Mom, why do you think I can't remember the past?" I lay on her lap, looking up at my mother's wrinkled face.
I didn't know when, but her temples already had white hairs. I also glanced at my dad. He bowed his head slightly as if lost in thought.
"It was after that fall. You hit your head and couldn't remember things from before. We took you to see many doctors, and they said you needed to recover slowly." My mom's voice becsmaller as she spoke, obviously lacking confidence.
"I'm quite curious about my childhood." I smiled faintly and said, "Mom, do you know? Whenever I hear others talk about their childhood, it feels so magical." I chuckled, but my eyes observed them, and they seemed somewhat stiff.
My mom reached out to stroke my hair, remaining silent.
"Mom! When will you cback?" I changed the subject.
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"After finishing everything, I'll cback. If everything goes smoothly, it will be soon if not, I might stay I longer," my mom replied.
"Anyway, cback as soon as possible. Otherwise, I might chearly every day, said. "How about+send someone to go back with you? It might cin handy when packing." "No need. There's not much useful stuff in our house!" My dad, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
"How many books do you want?" I looked at him and asked.
"Let's see after going back! Maybe you're right. We can give themton someone who finds them useful!" My En dad replied. I don't know why, but I always thought he had something on his mind.
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