My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 82 Healing Old Wounds

Evelyn

My eyes shot back to spot Jack standing at the doorway, and beside him, my very hesitant mother. Her uncertainty was a rare sight, but considering everything she had done, nearly ruining my relationship with Jacob, her hesitation was quite evident.

Well...what else could I expect? After everything she'd done, it was obvious she'd be hesitant to face any of us, including me. However, for some reason, I didn't feel as angry as I should have. I couldn't find that deep-seated grudge or anger within me anymore. Where were they?

Jack gently nodded at my mom, encouraging her as she stepped into the kitchen, her expression showing her doubts.

"Can we talk, Evelyn?" She hesitantly asked, her voice barely above an whisper and her eyes requesting.

I looked at my man, and his green eyes conveyed the same message my mind was telling me I should talk.

"Sure, Mom. We can talk," I said, my voice soft. I didn't know why I had no resentment towards her anymore, maybe because I had Jacob with me?

ruined everything for you, didn't I?" A sob escaped her, as she looked at me, "I guess I'm the worst mother anyone could possibly have. I neglected every

and my heart sank. I had never loved her as much as I loved my father, but seeing her cry like this broke my heart. Maybe, I did love her in my own way, and I hadn't realized it because

these years that I had hugged her. It felt foreign but brought back beautiful memories of when we were together as a family, "I understand,

I should have

those special moments in your life,

I'm sorry I always tried to make up for my absence with

I'd

and you made mistakes, but it doesn't mean you don't love me, does it? Those gifts. always opened them, Mom. But yes, my ego made me pack them back skillfully so that no one ever knew worn those dresses once in my locked room. I've played

really open those gifts?" A soft, melancholic smile spread across

the letters you sent, followed your advice to sleep early, not argue with girls at school, and do my best at the competitions, even the moments when you emailed me math suggestions. But I just...didn't want you to know. I'm sorry that it was my way of making you feel

for the other day. I went borderline. I hope you can let it slide." "Yeah,

okay, guys. You two

I, we were just like Evelyn when we made