I HATE YOU, BUT
#41

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Alena runs into Jeane when she comes to see Malvin. He had put on an alert pose but when the girl smiled sweetly, Alena relaxed her body. Looks like Davian was right about Jeane having changed.

“Wah, I never thought we'd meet here.” Jeanne. He looked at the fruit basket that Alena was carrying.

“You want to see someone? Is that Malvin?” Alena was surprised,

“How do you know?” Jeane smiled kindly, though,

“I just visited him.”

“Oh, yes.” Alena nodded slowly even though she was still confused as to how Jeane got to know Malvin. He lowered his head. A few steps later, Jeane called him back.

“Alena.”

Alena looked. Jeane now showed a friendly smile to him.

“Im sorry for my attitude all this time. Maybe things will go well if we have a good relationship from the beginning. Can we be friends?”

Alena knew when she heard it, she felt very relieved. Right as expected. Jeane is still a normal human being. He walked over to Jeane and extended his hand.

“Of course.”

Jeane smiled at Alena and they shook hands. Alena turned away with a relieved smile imprinted on her face. It was great to know that he no longer had any enemies. His smile slowly faded as he arrived in front of Malvin's nursery. He saw that Malvin's parents were there. Alena took a breath before entering.

Both of Malvin's parents looked surprised, and so did Malvin. Alena dared to come here alone. Inner Malvin when he saw Alena smile and bowed her body.

Mr. Radhian still showed his haughty face while Mrs Radhian greeted Alena for not wanting to see her son's sad face.

“I just want you to tell me one story.” Alena took a breath, for a moment,

“Tell me how can I and the Malvin brothers.” Mr. Radhian and his wife looked at each other while Malvin felt his heart wither at the sight of Alena saying with teary eyes. He could feel what Alena was feeling right now. He looked at his father as Alena looked at him.

“Alena, it is not appropriate that you—“ Madame Radhian's speech was cut off because Mr. Radhian held her hand. Madam Radhian turned to her pale-looking husband. She could not bear to see her husband like this but she seemed convinced that she had to explain something to the two young people in front of her.

“Dad, think again before telling a story.” Pinta Madam Radhian.

“So difficult is it?” all attention now turned to Malvin who had been silent since. The man looked at his parents with great earnestness. Enough, please stop hiding all this from me, that's what the expression on Malvin's face means.

Mr. Radhian never had the heart to make his children suffer. It may be time for Malvin to know the true story of himself and his past. Mr. Radhian heaved a heavy sigh. He got up to pick up an old book in his briefcase and handed it to Malvin. Alena looked at him curiously.

“What is this?” malvin asked confused.

“That was the diary of your late mother,” muttered Mr. Radhian in a choked voice.

Malvin and Alena blinked. Malvin opened the book with a leather cover that was impatient, Alena got up from her seat to see for herself what the contents on top of the diary were. There is nothing special but handwriting printed with neatly arranged letters. Malvin widened his eyes when he saw a piece of the photo stamped on the second page.

“For My Memories, Sarah,” Malvin immediately threw his gaze at his Father with a questioning look. As if to understand, Mr. Radhian nodded confirming.

“She is Your late mother.”

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