To say how chaotic a family can be, perhaps it’s like this: my mother is still alive, but my father has married my aunt.
My parents were business – starting couple. They had gone through the most difficult and bitter days together. Logically, such a couple who had shared weal and woe should be the most cherished and cared for, and indeed they had supported each other for decades.
But all this was broken by the appearance of a woman, my aunt, my mother’s own sister. My father even framed my mother in order to marry my aunt.
I still remember the day I caught my father cheating. I was so shocked when I found out that the mistress was my aunt.
I
At that time, my aunt was in a bad mood because of her divorce. My mother, to comfort her, invited her to stay at our house for a few nights, and my aunt readily agreed. Thus, my aunt stayed at our house for a short period.
But unexpectedly, this period turned into an opportunity for my aunt and my father to develop feelings, inadvertently creating a ridiculous love affair between them.
The first time I found something wrong was the day I asked my father to transfer money to me.
My relationship with my father was not affectionate. After all, he was a person who spent more time in the company than at home. The only records of our conversations were money transfers. I never said more than a few words to him because he wanted a son to inherit his business, and obviously, I was not the one in his eyes who could shoulder this.
I discovered this because he was talking about work that day. When I needed him to transfer money, he directly handed me his phone and said I could transfer as much as I needed. After I got the phone, just as I was about to ask what the payment password was, a call came. The phone showed that it was from 10086. I thought it was a harassing call, so I hung up directly. But then, a text message came, and the sender was also shown as 10086.
I knew that it was normal for such a number to send text messages, but I accidentally swiped my hand. When I wanted to click “ignore”, I touched “view” instead.
The content of the text message was not the usual “Dear user” at the beginning that I was familiar with, but a very ordinary sentence, “Are you busy? Why didn’t you answer my call?”
If this sentence was in an ordinary chat software, I wouldn’t have thought it was strange. But this was a text message from what was supposed to be 10086, the last place where such a greeting should appear.
I looked at my father, and he looked at me.
Maybe my father also saw the strangeness in my eyes. After finishing his work, he asked me to come over. I was straightforward and asked him who 10086 was and why such a text message was sent.
When my father saw the text message I had opened, he still had a smile on his face and was very calm.
“This is your aunt. She changed the note on my phone last time. Your mother was there at that time.”
“What does aunt call you for?”
“Have you forgotten your mother’s birthday? She is probably discussing with me what gift to give.”
At this point, although I was puzzled by their contact names, I didn’t have the slightest suspicion about their relationship. After all, in my perception, such melodramatic things only happen in TV dramas.
And when it was my mother’s birthday, the two of them did give a big gift, making my mother so happy that she couldn’t close her mouth, constantly praising my father for his good taste.
But now, looking back, I realize how terrifying my father was. In a short time, he had come up with an excuse, found a way out, and even looked normal, without any sign of panic at being discovered by me.
### II
I learned the love story of my parents from my mother. She said that they knew each other when they were studying.
My father had a dream of starting his own business and establishing a company of his own when he was in school. My mother, for the sake of my father, gave up the opportunity to continue her further study after graduation and fully assisted my father. She even once drank so much for a business deal that she had a gastric hemorrhage.
My father was also grateful for my mother’s dedication. After the company was successfully established, my father let my mother stay at home to enjoy life, and he was responsible for making money to support the family. Outsiders thought my mother was extremely happy. But things were never as harmonious as they seemed on the surface.
My mother, because she was lazy to take care of herself at home and even lacked exercise after giving birth to me, her figure got out of shape, and my father had disliked her for this more than once. Although she was unhappy, she thought it was just the sentiment of an old couple and never thought about anything else.
Until the second time I found something strange.
Since my mother stopped working and stayed at home, she seldom took care of herself. Even the only two lipsticks at home were bought by me for her. So when I found a strange new lipstick in the co – driver’s seat of my father’s car, my first reaction was that my father was finally being romantic and giving a gift.
Giving a gift needs to be a surprise, so I didn’t expose my father. But when I was full of anticipation that it was a gift for my mother, the lipstick appeared in my aunt’s bag. If I hadn’t needed to touch up my makeup and found that lipstick in my aunt’s bag, I would never have believed that my aunt and my father had an affair.
The color number of this lipstick implies long – lasting love. If my father had given my aunt a different color number, I might not have thought much about it. But why was it such an ambiguous color?
Together with the previous text message, I couldn’t help but be suspicious.
To confirm my suspicion, I started to secretly investigate the relationship between them. This time, I realized how many things and information I had overlooked before.
For example, whenever my father worked overtime, my aunt would surely go out. Whenever my aunt went on a trip, my father would surely go on a business trip to that place. And whenever they went to places in opposite directions, they would surely come back on the same route at night.
So it wasn’t that I was overthinking. There really was something wrong with them.
I told my mom about this in a very tactful way, asking her to be vigilant. However, my mom didn’t care at all. She said that my aunt was her own sister and that it was impossible for her to do anything to hurt her. But the reality was right in front of us. Whether she believed it or not, it had become a fact.
To make my mother believe that my aunt and my father were really having an affair, I started to collect evidence of their infidelity. I was still a student and didn’t have much time. Fortunately, I had enough savings usually, so I could afford to hire a second – rate paparazzo.
I had only one requirement, to take some high – definition photos as much as possible, preferably photos that could prove their relationship, such as kissing or going to a hotel.
Paparazzi are good at this kind of thing. In just two days, he sent me more than a dozen photos, each with clear faces, and they were exactly my father and my aunt.
The first thing I wanted to do when I got the photos was to show them to my mother. But I heard a piece of news at the door.
### III
It was my mother talking to my grandmother on the phone, seemingly about money. It turned out that since my mother became a full – time housewife, she had no economic source. That is to say, whenever it came to money issues, my mother had to ask my father to solve them.
Yes, except for fixed assets like cars, collectibles, and houses, my father was in charge of all other common property of my parents, such as stocks, funds, insurance, and even bank cards. My mother had never taken care of these. If I told my mother about my father’s infidelity now and she got excited and divorced, wouldn’t the loss be great? Although I had photos as evidence, there were still too many uncertainties.
My father had been in the business world for so many years and was surely more proficient in dealing with such things than me. Thinking of this, I hid the photos and left, planning to find an irrefutable reason for my father’s infidelity and strive for the maximum benefit for my mother.
For this reason, I started a new round of investigation, and this time, I focused on my aunt.
My aunt had never left since she stayed at my house last time. Recently, I found that my aunt liked to go to the sales office very much. And as far as I know, the location of the real estate here was particularly good, and the price was extremely high. But my aunt hadn’t worked since her divorce. How could she have the money to buy such an expensive house?
Continuing to investigate, I finally understood where my aunt got the money. It turned out that someone was helping her buy it. I watched as my aunt walked into the real estate she had liked early, arm in arm with my father. I heard the enthusiastic introduction of the service staff. My father waved his hand and directly signed the purchase contract. I was so angry when I saw their appearance like a couple behind them.
I took a few photos as evidence, and then I opened the forum to ask questions.
“My husband is having an affair and bought a house for his mistress. If I want to divorce, how can I maximize my interests?”
Unfortunately, all the replies were not about solving the problem, but various WeChat accounts to add, and even various methods to save an unfaithful husband. I didn’t agree with this at all. There are only zero and countless times of infidelity. Saving the relationship once and defeating the mistress once has no meaning. His heart is no longer here.
I scrolled through countless comments and finally saw the words of a person at the end, and I thought what he said was very reasonable.
“If the husband uses the couple’s common property to buy a house, the house can be retrieved. The premise of dealing with common property is to obtain the consent or tacit approval of the other party. Otherwise, the act of disposing of it without permission will only be considered invalid. The property obtained by the extramarital lover has no legal basis and should be returned.”
Seeing his serious explanation to me, I started to have a private chat with him. I found out that he was a law student in his junior year. So he was about the same age as me. Because of our similar age, I had an inexplicable trust in him.
“If you have now found out that the other party is having an affair, it is best to collect some evidence, such as intimate photos, chat records, and other witness testimonies. These direct evidences can be judged by the court. In terms of property distribution, the innocent party can be appropriately allocated more property and can claim compensation for mental damage.”
Seeing this, I felt a little more at ease. Now I had their intimate photos. As for the chat records, I hadn’t obtained them yet. But I still had one of the most important questions to consult.
“What if the other party doesn’t admit it and says that the photos and chat records are fake?”
“You can rest assured about this. The court will appraise whether the photos and records have been processed a second time.”
Seeing this, my heart finally completely settled down.
After knowing the method, I started to try to steal the chat records of my father and my aunt. I used the same trick and prepared to get my father’s phone. But I searched through all the chat records and didn’t see any intimate conversations between them. Even when I checked the contact marked as 10086, there was nothing.
Had my father discovered something?
### IV
I carefully recalled what I had done and thought that my father shouldn’t suspect me. But why were there no chat records in the phone? Not only that, there was no WeChat account of my aunt either. Then how did they chat?
With doubts, I deliberately found my aunt, hoping to find some clues from her phone. But unfortunately, there was also nothing. Even in the call records, there was no sign of them calling each other. It seemed that because of the previous incident, they had become more careful and secretive.
But if there was no information in the phone, how did they usually contact each other?
I asked the netizen who had given me guidance, and he gave me a very crucial piece of information, that is, a special function of Huawei phones – privacy space.
It was only at this time that I knew that some Huawei series had a hidden space, which was completely separated from the main space. Only by setting an independent password different from the main space could one switch to and enter the privacy space from the lock – screen page and settings.
My father was a Huawei fan. All the phones he had ever used were Huawei. Moreover, I remembered that my aunt also used a Huawei phone. If they really opened the privacy space to hide the chat records, how could I get the chat records?
To verify whether they had opened the privacy space, I got my father’s phone again. According to the instructions, I found the page to open the privacy space. Looking at the two eye – catching characters on the screen, it was exactly as I had guessed. Because the words on the page were not “open space”, but “enter”, which meant that my father had really opened the privacy space with my aunt to prevent me from finding evidence.
Now that this had been confirmed, I was puzzled about how to enter the other space.
I originally wanted to peek at my father’s password when he wasn’t paying attention, but he hid it too deeply. Whenever there were outsiders, he would never expose even the slightest bit. Since I couldn’t get any clues from my father, I turned my attention to my aunt. Compared with my father, my aunt was less vigilant against me.
After lurking around my aunt for a long time, I finally caught a little tail. I found that my aunt would go out every Friday, and my father was also not at home. That is to say, they would definitely chat during their outings.
I asked for a few days off from school and followed them when they went out. I found that they would go to a resort every Friday and stay there for a day. I took a few photos as evidence. After they came out, I asked the staff about the room they usually stayed in.
After getting the information, I quietly went to the room they had stayed in and prepared my plan.
Since I couldn’t get the chat records now, video should be the best weapon at present. As long as I had the video, no matter how they tried to escape, they couldn’t deny it. After all, videos couldn’t be photoshopped.
I installed a camera, waiting for them to fall into the trap next time.
However, just as I was about to retrieve the information from the camera, I discovered a shocking secret.
### V
When my father and my aunt entered the room, my father was already drunk. Then, after my aunt put my father on the bed and waited for him to fall asleep, she actually picked up my father’s briefcase, took out the phone and documents inside and checked them one by one. Finally, she took out her own phone and took a few photos before putting the things back in place.
Watching my aunt’s series of actions, I had a bad suspicion in my heart.
My aunt didn’t have a job but got close to my father. Could it be that she didn’t like my father but wanted to take over my family’s company for herself? If so, my aunt’s thoughts were too terrifying. Truly, you can never really know a person.
With such suspicion, I continued to watch. Then my aunt sat on the sofa beside and chatted with someone. Her expression was solemn, not caring at all that my father was drunk and unconscious beside her.
Because of this, I shifted all my investigation focus to my aunt and discovered a deeper secret under my aunt and my father’s affair.
My aunt secretly emptied the accounts of my father’s company, and all the money went to a newly established company. I investigated and found that the legal beneficiary of this company was my aunt’s name. So, my aunt’s goal was not only my father but also my family’s company?
But how did my aunt transfer all the money without my father’s notice? Or was my father aware of all this?
With my further investigation, it turned out that my father indeed knew everything my aunt had done. Not only that, all this was carried out with my father’s tacit approval. And the purpose was very straightforward, just to prevent my mother from finding out his affair and taking away most of the property. And even if my mother found out his affair and sued him in court, the company assigned to my mother would be just an empty shell.
What a good plan they had, and how cruel their hearts were.
Knowing this, I felt resentful towards my aunt and my father. One was my mother’s own sister, and the other was my mother’s husband, but they were constantly calculating my mother, just to pave the way for their affair.
I really wanted to find someone to beat them up, but I couldn’t. I was afraid of alerting them, so I could only continue to investigate quietly and find strong evidence.
This time, I not only had to get evidence of my father’s affair but also find evidence of my father’s property transfer.
After several days of investigation, I found that my father had completely entrusted my aunt to handle the property transfer. It seemed that my father’s trust in my aunt far exceeded my imagination.
Since I found the strange note of the text message, my father had been wary of me and wouldn’t let me touch his phone. But my aunt was obviously very relieved of me and not very vigilant. She didn’t even avoid me when chatting, which led to an unexpected discovery.
I accidentally saw my aunt’s password and saw that she entered a screen with a wallpaper completely different from the one I had seen before. That is to say, the page she opened now was likely to be the privacy space.
I secretly wrote down the password. When my aunt was taking a nap, I picked up her phone and unlocked it. Sure enough, there was only my father as a contact in the phone. Then I opened the chat records, and the content was explicit and disgusting. I had never thought that my serious – looking father at home was such a person outside. It was really revolting.
Not only that, there were also chat records about their property transfer. All kinds of evidence were complete. I took pictures one by one and kept an eye on my aunt’s movements.
However, the chat records between them from a week ago caught my attention.
### VI
I couldn’t help shaking as I looked at the words on the screen. I really couldn’t believe that the two people chatting were my own father and my own aunt. To be on the safe side, they had conspired on how to make my mother divorce and how to get rid of the label of their affair. And the method was actually to make my mother have an affair before she found out about their affair.
What kind of perverts were they to come up with such a method? From their conversation, I knew that the affair – setting – up plan would be carried out the day after tomorrow.
I took pictures and restored my aunt’s phone to its original state before she woke up. Then, I had to disrupt their plan and make them suffer a disastrous downfall.
Knowing the day they would carry out the plan, what I had to do now was to wait for them to show up and expose their viciousness.
Early in the morning, I saw my father tell my mother that he would take her out for a walk. I wanted to follow, but my father refused. Then, I went to my aunt’s residence and happened to find my aunt rushing out. I followed her and found that my aunt first went to my father’s company. After entering my father’s office, I saw through the window that my aunt rummaged through my father’s desk, looking for something. Finally, she took out a document from the bottom drawer.
Immediately, my aunt took a taxi to the destination where they would carry out the plan.
I followed behind and found a few strong friends to lie in wait there in advance. When I arrived, my mother had already been drunk. My father helped her to the hotel to rest. After he came out, he called someone from somewhere to enter the hotel room. I had someone pull my father away, and then I knocked on the door at the right time. The strange man opened the door and was shocked when he saw us at the door. Under our questioning, he confessed my father’s plan.
My father still didn’t know that his plan had been disrupted by me. He was still downstairs discussing with my aunt the property they would get after divorce. I went downstairs and walked up to them. Looking at the changing expressions on their faces because of my appearance, I felt extremely happy.
They asked me why I was there. I was straightforward and said that I knew all their plans and had all the evidence in my hands. Now I was going to sue them in court and make them get nothing.
But my father obviously didn’t believe me. Or maybe he believed me, but he just wanted to test if I was bluffing.
When I really took out the photos of their private meetings, my father was obviously flustered, but then quickly regained his composure. I knew why he wasn’t afraid. After all, the money had been transferred. Even if his affair was discovered, it would just damage his reputation a bit, and he wouldn’t lose any money. But I just wanted to deflate his arrogance.
After my mother woke up and learned what my father had done to her, she was extremely sad and angry. With my help, my mother sued my father in court. I presented the evidence of my father’s affair and the witnesses. My father looked indifferent. Then, when I further showed the chat records of their property transfer, my father was obviously panicked. Moreover, my father wanted to hire his lawyer.
I had never thought of this.
During the break in the court, I saw my father call his lawyer. Looking at my father’s confident appearance, I felt very anxious.
My mother’s reaction was also beyond my expectation. She didn’t seem surprised at all by my father’s appearance. Her eyes even lingered on my aunt. And my aunt also looked at my mother, her eyes fixed.
At this time, I didn’t understand the meaning in their eyes. I just simply thought that my mother was very disappointed in my aunt. I never thought that the person who wanted to destroy her family would be her own sister.
### VII
I don’t know why, when the court session resumed, my father’s lawyer didn’t come to the scene. My father’s expression was visibly flustered, and he kept winking at my aunt to make her keep calling. But my aunt didn’t move.
When the judge brought up the issue of property transfer again, my father suddenly shifted the blame to my aunt, saying that he knew nothing about it. It was all my aunt’s secret operation and had nothing to do with him.
I didn’t expect things to turn out like this. I never thought that my father was so cowardly and would shift the responsibility to a woman. My aunt was also very surprised by my father’s sudden move.
My father started to fabricate stories about being deceived by my aunt and played the emotional card with my mother, saying that it was my aunt who seduced him. He asked my mother to forgive him for the sake of their many years of relationship and not to divorce. He even looked at me and said that he was my biological father, and blood was thicker than water, just hoping that we would withdraw the lawsuit.
I had no intention of forgiving him at all. When he had an affair, framed my mother, and transferred property just for himself, when did he ever consider me and my mother? His heart was full of only himself, always.
Because of my father’s words, the judge started to question my aunt. Instead of panicking, my aunt, who was wrongly accused by my father, walked up to my father with a stack of documents in her hand. She told the judge that she didn’t deny what my father said, but now she wanted to talk about another thing.
My father looked at my aunt, especially at the documents in her hand. His pupils dilated, and his eyes were full of disbelief. Even before my aunt could say what it was, my father had already tried to stop her with his hand and wanted to destroy the documents in my aunt’s hand.
I was stunned, not knowing what could make my father have such a big reaction. Then, my aunt solved my confusion.
The documents in my aunt’s hand were all evidence of my father’s tax evasion and embezzlement of public funds over the years. Moreover, there was proof of my father using public funds to cover up loopholes. At this moment, I suddenly couldn’t tell whether my aunt was an enemy or a friend.
I looked at my mother, and my mother wasn’t surprised at all by my aunt’s counter – move. Her reaction was as if she had expected it. She added to my aunt’s words, saying that she had suspected my father of embezzling public funds a long time ago, but couldn’t get the evidence. So she asked my aunt to help, and this finally confirmed my father’s crimes.
Before, it was just an affair and property transfer that needed to be verified. But now, it directly pushed my father into the abyss. Tax evasion and embezzlement of public funds had risen to a national level. Now, as long as the evidence was true, my father would surely go to jail.
Because of this, the case was postponed for a while. My father was detained.
After leaving the court, I saw my mother and my aunt being affectionate. I asked my question, and they told me what had happened before my aunt came.
### VIII
It turned out that before my aunt came, my mother accidentally found a housing mortgage contract and a large – amount insurance policy under the bed. To find out the situation, my mother asked many people. She was told that a person had died in a project my father was in charge of a long time ago. The project was suspended, but my father was fully responsible for this project. Now that something had happened, the first person to be held accountable was my father. In order to hide this news, my father chose to mortgage the house to cover up the loopholes.
As long as the project was carried out smoothly and the money was earned, the housing mortgage wouldn’t be a big deal. Unfortunately, this project was really difficult. Even at the final stage, the money earned wasn’t enough to get the house back. In order not to arouse my mother’s suspicion, my father actually embezzled public funds to get the house back. But the method of robbing Peter to pay Paul was not a long – term solution.
After my mother learned about the situation, she didn’t blame my father. After all, no one wanted this to happen. But unfortunately, my father had too many ideas. In order to make up for the public funds, he actually bought a large – amount accident insurance for my mother, with himself as the beneficiary.
This really made people think a lot.
But my mother’s identity was restricted in investigating my father. So she invited my aunt to help. However, my father, who had been in the business world for many years, was wary of outsiders. So my aunt had no choice but to seduce my father and become his mistress to steal secrets from my father’s mouth.
And my father really fell for it. Compared with the plain – looking wife at home, my aunt’s youth, beauty, and identity gave my father enough freshness and excitement.
After my father took the bait, my aunt lived up to expectations and got into my father’s company, becoming my father’s trusted mistress. Everything was going according to their plan.
Hearing this, I suddenly felt like an extra person. I originally thought I was finding evidence after discovering my aunt and my father’s affair, but I didn’t expect that all of this was my mother’s arrangement.
Then, my aunt told me that she had known I was investigating her for a long time, and all the information I knew was deliberately given to me by her. Even the netizen I talked to online was played by my aunt. I suddenly felt very frustrated. I thought I was helping my mother, but I didn’t expect that everything was being led by them.
It really confirmed the saying that the best hunters often appear as prey.
After figuring out the cause and effect, we waited for the next court session.
Finally, after verification by the procuratorate, my father’s crimes of tax evasion and embezzlement of public funds were confirmed. He was sentenced to fixed – term imprisonment, and my mother successfully divorced my father.
The money my father had embezzled before was made up by my mother selling the previous house. My mother’s family moved into the house my father had bought for my aunt before. And the company where the property was transferred was renamed with my mother and my aunt’s names, completely removing my father’s name.
After everything was settled, our family received a strange phone call.
### IX
It was a call from my father before he was imprisoned. He wanted to talk to my mother. Then, our family went to see my father for the last time.
My father had changed into striped prison clothes, had his hair shaved, and looked haggard. He cursed at my mother and my aunt, saying that all of this was their plan and that he knew nothing about it. He even demanded to hire a lawyer for a retrial. But evidence was evidence. Even if he shouted that he was wronged, it couldn’t change the fact.
In the end, when he was tired of cursing, he begged for forgiveness, saying that he didn’t do all this on purpose, that he could change, that he could hand the company over to my mother, that he could even stop working and not touch the company, hoping that we could accept him after he was released from prison. But obviously, this was impossible.
My mother told him that she had already lost hope when she saw that accident insurance policy. My father didn’t say anything after hearing this and was then taken away by the prison guards.
Fortunately, my mother had experience in running a company before, and my aunt was also familiar with this field. With their efforts, the new company was successfully opened and booming.
My father actually called me many times in prison, hoping that I would go to see him. The purpose was obvious. He was using the fact that he was my father to hope that I could persuade my mother. But what he had done was really disappointing, and I didn’t want to speak for him at all. So, I didn’t tell my mother about this.
Except for the time when he threatened to commit suicide to force me to go.
I knew he wouldn’t really commit suicide, but I still went. Seeing his hands and head full of wounds, I didn’t feel any pity. I just thought it was ridiculous. A grown – up man could do those things but couldn’t bear the consequences. Looking at my father crying and swearing in front of me, I just replied, “Did you ever consider me when you did those things? Did you ever consider that you have a daughter?”
My father actually said that he planned to take me with him after divorcing my mother, that he couldn’t leave me behind, that I was his only daughter. Looking at his affectionate eyes and sincere words, if I hadn’t known the truth from my aunt before, I might really have been deceived by his appearance.
My father might have thought I was wavering. Knowing that my mother wouldn’t forgive him, he started to brainwash me, saying that my mother would definitely find a step – father for me, and that she wouldn’t care about me in the future. He even created an illusion of me being abused by the step – father, saying that he was my biological father, asking me to steal the insurance policy he bought for my mother. As long as my mother had an accident and died, he could get a large sum of money and take me to live a good life. And as long as I agreed, he would definitely not find a step – mother for me. Looking at my father confidently imagining the good life in the future, I really thought it was lucky that I didn’t inherit my father’s IQ. Even at this time, he was still thinking about that insurance policy and still thinking about how to make me frame my mother.
Leaving aside what he had done, just the fact that he had never fulfilled his fatherly responsibilities while I was growing up beside my mother was enough for me to refuse to help him.
I rejected him, but he still didn’t give up. He even said that he was guilty now and couldn’t find a job after being released from prison. If I didn’t give him the insurance policy, I had to be responsible for his life after he was released.
Hearing these words that seemed like a threat, I replied, “I can be responsible for your life, but I will only give you the amount of alimony specified by the court every month. Nothing more.”
Having said this, my father looked at me, and I continued, “This is the last time I come to see you, and also the last time I call you dad.”
A few years passed in a flash. My father was released from prison. He came to see us. Looking at my father, who had aged several years, I was shocked, but I also knew that it was his just deserts.
He came to see us and said the same few words, hoping that we would forgive him, saying that he knew he was wrong. But the things had been done, and no matter how much he tried to make up for it, it was inevitable. What had happened had happened.
Knowing that there was no hope, he reminded me to remember to transfer money to his account every month. I nodded, and then he left. After that, he never bothered us again, and we didn’t inquire about his news either.
– The End –
