Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 497

Chapter 497:

After buying groceries, we got back in the car and headed back to Gifford’s house. Along the way I felt upset and restless. A wide range of emotions consumed me. I was in no mood to see the people who killed my parents. Yet I knew I had to.

My stomach churned; I couldn’t understand what I was feeling. I hated Gifford with a vengeance. Just the sight of him made my blood boil. I wanted to tear him to pieces.

He had probably checked up on me when I was with Derek, so he knew everything. He had tried everything he could to stop me from being with Derek, not because I was poor, incompetent or not good enough for his son. The real reason was that he had killed my father.

Seeing his son with me made him feel guilty. He didn’t believe I had married Derek for money or to use his connections to better my life, as I had thought. I feared he was with his son just to get back at me.

Since I had promised Derek to trust him and come with him, I repressed my anger and hatred for the moment. I wanted to give him a chance to solve the problem. I leaned against the window and watched the trees whizzing by as countless thoughts swirled in my mind.

Just then, the car stopped and Derek grabbed my hand.

“Eveline, promise me you’ll be rational and calm today. I’ll take care of everything.”

I looked out the window and saw that we had arrived at the door of Gifford’s house. I turned to him. I could see the sincerity and expectation in his eyes. I finally nodded.

He smiled in relief, leaned toward me and kissed my forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

He got out of the car and walked into the house with the shopping bags, and I followed.

After ringing the doorbell twice, Belinda opened the door. She looked visibly surprised, as if she hadn’t expected us to arrive.

My anger and hatred surged when I saw her face. Derek grabbed my hand and the warmth of his body seeped into my skin. I thought about what he had said earlier and calmed down.

Belinda looked down at the shopping bags in his hand and stepped back.

“Come on in!”

Gifford wasn’t there when we walked in.

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“Your father isn’t feeling well. He’s resting upstairs,” Belinda explained.

As soon as she finished speaking, I heard a faint coughing sound coming from the staircase. Moments later, Gifford appeared on the stairs and stumbled downstairs while coughing. He looked first at his son and then at me. He looked equally surprised.

I wondered if Derek had planned the dinner without informing his parents.

“Dad,” Derek called.

“What are you doing here?” Gifford was on the second floor. He wore an old-fashioned white short-sleeved shirt tucked into his pants. He wore a thick belt around his waist.

“I bought some fresh ingredients. We can have dinner together. I’m going to cook now.”

And he headed toward the kitchen with the shopping bags. Gifford gave Derek an incredulous look as if he no longer knew his son. Perhaps Derek had never been so active and energetic in front of his father.

Even I didn’t know why he was acting so strangely today. However, I trusted him. He would take care of everything.

Belinda’s eyes widened. She looked at Derek and me as if we had gone crazy.

I made a dismissive gesture, put my head down and walked into the kitchen. Derek put a fish in the basin and turned on the faucet. He waved his wet hands and looked at me, “Honey, please roll up my sleeves.”

I reached over and rolled up his sleeves. I watched him wash the fish and sighed.

After a while, I took the tomatoes out of the plastic bag, put them in the basin and washed them. I didn’t understand what I was doing.

I wouldn’t mind doing it if I wasn’t aware of the truth. But now I knew that Gifford and his wife were the cause of my father’s death, and yet I was in their kitchen, cooking with their son and planning to have dinner with them.

Life seemed ridiculous. I was waiting for my enemy’s son to do justice for me.

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