Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1818

“Mom, who on earth is your child? Did Rodney bribe you or something?” Mrs. Lynch’s words caused Freya’s face to turn ghastly.

“I’m just telling the truth. Don’t you think my words make sense?” Mrs. Lynch asked.

“… They do.” Freya had no choice but to agree reluctantly.

Mrs. Lynch sighed. “It’s common for young people like you to come across scummy people. You might not know some people well even after knowing them for a long time, so there’s no need to cling to them. You should stop thinking that you’re so  smart and you can look down on him.”

“Mom, I’m not looking down on him. Given that he’s the eldest young master of the Snow family, why would I look down on him? Rather, I’m jealous of him being born under a lucky star.”

“If you don’t look down on him, why are you always so sarcastic when speaking to him?” Mrs. Lynch’s eyes were sharp. “When both of you quarreled on the day of your delivery, it was indeed his fault for not putting up with you during your pregnancy. But come to think of it, it takes two to tango. I reckon it was your harsh words that sparked the conflict.”

“Mom, what do you mean?” Freya felt aggrieved. “ He made me so angry and caused me to give birth to a premature baby, yet you’re speaking up for him.”

“I’m just commenting on the way you both get along with each other.”

Mrs. Lynch stroked Freya’s long hair. “Having been married for over ten years, I understand your situation, Freya. It’s excusable that you felt oppressed and lost your temper during your pregnancy and after your delivery, but you can’t always be prejudiced against Rodney. Perhaps he was full of shortcomings before this, but it’s a fact that he’s the child’s dad. The child will need his protection in the future. As the child grows, more sacrifices are needed. You can’t be doing everything single -handedly as it’ll be too hard for you. Even if you were to divorce in the future, he would have to take responsibility for the child. Whether it’s in the short run or long run, there’s no need for both of you to cut each other’s throats. As a woman, you should have a high EQ.”

Mrs. Lynch looked at Freya helplessly. “Do you

have a high EQ? If you did, you, as the daughter of the Lynch family, wouldn’t have been bullied so terribly by Linda back then. You’ re my daughter, but why isn’t your EQ half as high as mine? Look at all the wealthy families in Melbourne. Is any one of them as warm and peaceful as the Lynches?”

Freya rolled her eyes. “Mom, you were just lucky enough to meet a good man like Dad.”

“There’s hardly any man in the world who’s considerate, gentle, family-centered, responsible, handsome, and good at making money. When your dad was younger, he rarely returned home and was very willful too. Similar to other married couples living together, we gradually changed to complement each other. If I had kept making sarcastic comments like you, I might’ve gotten divorced countless times.”

Freya rarely heard her parents mention things that happened to them when they were younger. She had always been keen on having a marriage like her parents’.

“Freya, perhaps the way you get along with Rodney has been wrong right from the beginning. From the moment you met him, you guys have had a bias against each other. Whether you guys will just be friends or remain a married couple in the future, you should have a peaceful talk with each other. Let’s put marriage aside. Smart people will hide their aggression regardless of whether they’re at work or social functions. It’s not necessary to show it to others all the time.”

Mrs. Lynch pointed to Freya’s heart. Freya shuddered slightly.

Mrs. Lynch was a smart woman. Freya was under no illusions that her mother was so good at carrying herself during social functions in Melbourne that no one could find fault with her. It was because of her mother’s guidance that she became so brilliant.

Now that her mother had stepped into a large circle in Canberra, she could still mingle with people like Wendy and the prime minister’s wife superbly.

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