Chapter 1050 His Secret Affair. Clare's POV:. Despite my conscience, I chose to hide what I had seen from my mother. After all, I was yet to ascertain the truth about the matter and the current relationship between my father and the woman involved. I refrained from sharing this baseless information with my mother, fearing that she would not believe it and the matter might cause her great sadness and distrust towards my father,. "I didn't see Dad. Maybe I overlooked him. I'll go to the supermarket to look for him then," I reasoned out. For fear I would lose control of my emotions, I hung up the call as soon as I finished speaking. After the call with my mother ended, I promptly dialed my father's number. I was eager to call him back to ask about his relationship with the woman in question. I did not want to leave this matter unresolved for an extended period of time, as it could potentially have a negative impact on my life and emotional well-being. I realized that obtaining the truth was crucial for me to be prepared for whatever lay ahead. When I finally found out the truth, I could then communicate with my mother and plan our future together. The phone rang for a long time before my father answered. "Dad, where are you? Mom said you had gone out to buy some mayonnaise. It's been a while, but you haven't come back. I looked all over for you, but you were nowhere to be found. "Clare, why'd you suddenly come back anyway?" my father asked in a. faltering voice. "Well, I missed you and Mom. Where are you? You just disappeared. Mom and I are worried about you. Dad was silent for a moment and then answered, "I received a call from my company when I went out to go to the store. I had to attend a meeting and work overtime. It was urgent, so I didn't have time to tell your mother. Just tell her not to worry about me. I'm fine

I never expected my father would lie to me. Maybe he had done this to my mother and me many times all these years. I had never been so disappointed in him. Had I not witnessed him flirting with that woman on the street and subsequently leaving with her, I might have believed him. I held back my tears and tried my best not to choke on my words. "When will you come back?". "I'm not sure. I still have so much work to do, Don't wait for me for dinner. Anyway, I have to hang up. I'm busy. I noticed that he got more and more anxious as he spoke. Maybe that woman was beside him right now. Iwanted to say something, but words got stuck in my throat. While I was debating whether or not to confront him, my father hung up the call. It seemed that I had no choice but to go to the supermarket again to buy the mayonnaise my mother needed. "Where's your father?” Mom asked the minute I got home. "Why isn't he with you? Didn't you find him? Why don't you call him? He couldn't have gone far. His leg hasn't recovered yet. 1 felt a pang in my heart when I witnessed how much my mother cared about my father. Why did he betray his wife who was always so good to him?. I tried my best to hold back my emotions and stopped my mother from making a phone call to him. "I couldn't find him so I called him. He said he received a call from the company while he was out shopping, so he went in and would be working overtime. I handed the mayonnaise to her and added, "Dad said we should eat without him. I think he'll come back after dinner. The truth was, he was with another woman. Surely, that woman would not let him leaving without eating anything. My mother took what I had bought from the supermarket

"This is ketchup, not mayonnaise," she said with a helpless look on her face. It turned out that I had bought the wrong thing. "Oh. Sorry. I'll buy the right one," I immediately said. "Let me do it. You've worked the whole day, and you've gone out to look for your father for so long. You must be tired already. Just take a rest and wait for me, okay?". Her gentle smile pierced my heart like a knife. I had a strong urge to inform her about what I had just witnessed. However, I feared that my gentle mother might not be able to come to terms with the harsh reality. All 1 could do was watch her put on her coat and leave to buy the mayonnaise. I sat on the sofa without moving. The memory of when my father wrapped that woman in his arms replayed in my mind over and over again. He must have done that many times before since he seemed so intimate with her. Come to think of it. She kept crying when my father talked to her. What was she crying about anyway?. Was she tired of this shameful love affair? Was she convincing my. father to divorce my mother so that she could be with him? Would Dad agree to that?. Although I knew that my father had a deep affection and reverence toward my mother, it appeared that he also harbored some sort of sentiment toward that woman. Otherwise, she would not have been interested in him since he lacked both wealth and influence. This made me wonder—why did she want to be with him in the first place?. My thoughts were in disarray, and I had no idea how to handle the situation. If only Lennon were here, he would tell me what to do. God, I missed him so much