She said through gritted teeth, her anger evident, "Good choice! He's drunk, and I wanted you to pick him up, but that shameless Heather showed up. Did you break up because of her?"
Upon hearing her words, I felt a little depressed.
Heather was the one whom Oliver had cherished, pursuing her for three long years and sharing his youth with her.
No wonder it was said that what men could never forget was their first love.
"Well, half of it. I just thought it through. It's better to choose someone who likes me rather than someone I like."
It was really tiring to keep giving.
I felt like I was torturing myself.
"Why is your voice so hoarse? Did you cry? How about I come to you right now and we have a few drinks together?" she inquired with concern.
I coughed helplessly a few times, feeling a slight soreness in my throat. "I just came out from singing, and that's why my voice is hoarse. Don't think too much."
"It's good that you can think positively. It's okay. You will definitely meet someone better in the future."
We talked for a short while before hanging up.
My throat hurt terribly, and it was dry and astringent.
Upon arriving home, I immediately drank water.
At this moment, my phone on the dining table began to vibrate.
I walked over and saw that it was a message from Oliver's mother, Lisha.
[Amelia, are you available tomorrow? I've prepared your favorite barbecued ribs and want to bring them to you tomorrow.]
I looked at her message, lost in thoughts.
Oliver's parents were very satisfied with me and treated me nicely.
But I was an outsider, after all.
When Oliver lost contact, I called Lisha.
She was furious and assured me that she would find him as soon as possible.
However, despite waiting for two days, all I received was a hesitant response from Lisha.
I knew at that moment that she was hiding something from me.
It turned out my guess was correct.
I took a deep breath and pretended not to see her message.
Unexpectedly, Lisha came to my company the following day.
She was holding a lovely lunch box in her hand.
As soon as she spotted me, a smile appeared on her face, and she hurriedly approached me.
"Amelia, I made your barbecued ribs. I thought you must be very busy recently, so I personally brought them to you."
She smiled, but there was a hint of caution in her expression.
I feel a little depressed.
"Lisha, Oliver and I have broken up. You don't have to..."