Leanna Book 4

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Chapter 17: Past

“Mom! Dad!”

I extended my hands, ready to hug my parents.

“Welcome!”

My mother’s face was all smiles as she ran towards us, but instead of hugging me, her daughter – she ran straight into Cain’s embrace.

My father just tapped my shoulder then walked to tap Cain’s shoulder, completely forgetting about me – their daughter.

“Son! It’s good to see you again! I’m glad that you’ve decided to take a vacation in our home.” My mother happily exclaimed, looking all tutu eyes at Cain.

“How is your flight? I’m sure you’re tired. Come, let’s get you all rest up and fed.” My father guided Cain towards our parked van.

“Len-Len, come on dear. Don’t just stand there.” My mother finally noticed me.

“It’s good that you still remember me. Tell me honestly, am I adopted?”

My mother just brushed me off and walked towards me. I thought that she would hug me, but instead – she grabbed little Pluffy from my embrace and darted off towards the van.

My parents left me there, standing, looking all infuriated while they huddled around Cain like he was their long lost son.




“Mom, where are the twins?”

“They still have exams. Don’t worry, they’ll be home later.”

My mother then started to point at the scenery along the way towards our home while explaining everything to Cain like a seasoned tour guide.

Cain secretly held my hand, and I automatically rested my head on his shoulder.

We stayed like that while he listened to my mother’s prattling and me resting my head on him, our fingers intertwined – until I saw my father secretly peeking on us on the front view mirror.

My father was seated at the front, beside our driver while the three of us were sitting at the back with Cain at the center.

I immediately pulled my head away from Cain’s shoulder, looking all embarrassingly awkward as I pretended to look at the scenery outside the window.

My father cleared his throat before he started a conversation, looking all amused.

“So, Leanna. Your mother’s school is doing great; thus we are going to start to expand to accommodate as many students as we can.”

That got my attention.

I sat straight and look at my father on the front view mirror.

“That’s great! Do you guys want me to ask the same architect to design the expansion?”

“Ah… no. It’s alright. We already contacted someone to design the expansion. Hiring a foreigner outside of the country takes time.”

I frowned.

I don’t like it.

It’s not because I didn’t trust the architects here in our country, but because I only wanted the best for my parents.

The best there is in the world.

“It’s a popular construction company in the city. They do design and build so we don’t have to worry about anything.” My father continued when he sensed my discontent.

“Oh… That’s good. Who did you find?”

I kept my voice even so my parents wouldn’t hear the dissatisfaction in my tone.

“I think its name is… Clark Construction Company.”

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What?!




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