His Little Wild Cat(2)

4

Later, Bertram took me back to school.

Sitting in the back of the car, we didn’t talk.

He seemed very busy and got many calls.

But he didn't speak much but occasionally said yes.

He saw my red and swollen eyes from crying, but he didn’t comfort me, which made me very angry.

"Bertram, you don't want to talk to me so much?" As soon as he hung up, he got another call, and I finally couldn't bear it.

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He froze for a while and finally put down his hand with his phone in it.

His phone kept ringing, and the atmosphere in the car was awkward.

"Sandra, you have grown up. There is something that I don't need to tell you about." He rubbed the temples. He was troubled.

"I don't understand why I can’t like you, Bertram. It’s just because my parents asked you to raise me, so I can only be your niece?"

He didn't speak, just staring at me silently.

"In the past eight years, you’ve never liked me?" The more silent he was, the more I wanted to clamor.