When Mother Lucio’s husband arrived, she immediately burst into tears: “Honey, look at our son, how they are harassing him, and they are accusing our son! Saying that our son raped their daughter, how is our son going to understand this when he is so young!”.
Mr. Carda was just as overbearing, looking at Adán Rouco and saying, “You are the boy’s father, aren’t you, your son should apologize for hitting my son like that!”
Adán Rouco pulled out a business card and handed it to her, his voice indifferent to the extreme: “My lawyer will contact you later.”
“What, a lawyer?”
A lawyer for something so trivial?
What is this man’s story? …
Carda frowned, looked at the business card and a flash flash flashed before her eyes. On the distinguished card was a name, Adán Rouco, with a row of titles underneath, general manager of the Rouco Group …
Mr. Carda’s face changed and he immediately put a smile on his face and explained to Adán Rouco: “President Rouco, the fault is mine because my son didn’t know what was going on and bullied your daughter, but it was just a naughty fight between children, don’t take it to heart.”
Paulita hugged Adán Rouco’s neck and told him with a little pout, “Dad, Lucio Carda even cut my hair with the scissors, I told him not to, but he kept cutting it anyway.”
Lucio Carda immediately replied: “I did not!
Angelo Herrán declared: “Uncle Adán, Paula Rouco is not lying, I saw Lucio Carda with the scissors cutting her hair all the time”.
Adán Rouco pursed his lips, his face serious and stern: “Mr. Carda, it’s nothing because your son has bullied my daughter, after all, as you said, it was just a fight between children, but your wife is an adult and a moment ago she almost pushed my wife, six months pregnant, down the stairs, and if I hadn’t arrived in time, my wife would have been taken to the operating room by ambulance. What do you think is the best way to settle this account?”.
Lucio’s parents were terrified, their faces full of fear, “President Rouco, it’s all my wife’s fault, why don’t you apologize to Mrs. Rouco?
“Mrs. Rouco is sorry! I’m sorry!”
Estrella Berrocal looked at Adán Rouco, not bothering to continue arguing with them. After all, it was the kindergarten teacher who had not handled the matter well, Lucio Carda had pulled Paulita’s clothes and the teacher should have educated her and educated her, but the teacher did not seem to care about what was right or wrong, she just made things easy.
Adán Rouco looked softly at Estrella Berrocal: “What do you want to do?”.
Estrella Berrocal said, “A child has to have the education not to hurt people, but also the aura not to be hurt. I hope that in the future you go home and teach your children well and don’t always consent that your children pull other girls’ clothes.”
“Yes, yes, Mrs. Rouco has taught us a lesson, we will definitely go home and teach this brat well!”
…
Leaving the nursery, Estrella Berrocal said to Adán Rouco: “Adán, let’s take Claudio and Ángelo home first”.
Adán Rouco nodded.
Claudio Belles was a bit embarrassed: “I’ll just take the subway to go home with Angelo”.
“It’s okay, it’s rush hour and it’s inconvenient for you to take Angelo on the subway.”
Claudio Belles smiled slightly, unable to refuse Estrella Berrocal’s kind offer, and took his son with him to the car.
When they reached the car, the two children were hungry and thirsty after being on their feet all afternoon.
In the car there was some bread and milk and Estrella Berrocal took it to the children to feed them.
While Angelo Herrán was eating, he looked at the luxurious car and sighed: “Paula Rouco, how luxurious your car is”.
Estrella Berrocal and Claudio Belles froze at this comment.
Paulita, who had grown up in such a car, didn’t understand and asked with a slight frown, “Doesn’t Uncle Montrelle drive such a car?”
Angelo Herrán shook his head, “My father drives a Volkswagen”.
Adán Rouco, who was driving in front, raised an eyebrow, since when did Montrelle Herran play the poor? A new pleasure?
Angelo Herrán sighed and patted Paulita’s small shoulder. “Even though we have no money at home, don’t worry, I’ll study hard and earn money when I’m older to buy you a car like that.”
Estrella Berrocal and Claudio Belles looked at each other and almost laughed out loud.
…
When they reached the entrance to the neighborhood, the black Maybach stopped.
Claudio Belles got out of the car with his son and Adán Rouco rolled down the window and looked at the block.
Six stories, probably an old-fashioned neighborhood with no elevator, and Montrelle Herran doesn’t live here instead of a villa with a view?
In addition, Miss Claudio seemed to have no idea about Montrelle Herran’s family or her background …
Montrelle Herran, what are you playing at, cheating on your marriage?
Adán Rouco looked in the rearview mirror at his wife and daughter, who were delighted in the back seat, while he continued driving.
Adán Rouco asked, “Paulita, are you still dizzy? Do you want a doctor to see you?”.
Estrella Berrocal was quick to touch Paulita’s forehead as well, “If you get dizzy, be sure to tell me.”
Paulita shook her head, “Daddy, Estrella, I’m not dizzy anymore”.
The little girl looked tired and lay down in Estrella Berrocal’s arms, with her little hand touching Estrella Berrocal’s chest, and fell asleep in a few moments.
Estrella Berrocal pulled a thin blanket from one side and gently covered the little one with it.
Adán Rouco suddenly asked, “Did Mrs. Montrelle go to high school with you?”
Estrella Berrocal was stunned and it took her a few seconds to realize that the Mrs. Montrelle to whom Adán Rouco was referring was Claudio Belles.
“Ah, you mean Claudio, he was my roommate in high school, he was quite close to me, when I met her I didn’t think she would also get married so soon.”
“Your roommate, she doesn’t seem to know much about her husband.” Adam Rouco said meaningfully.
Estrella Berrocal looked amused at Adán Rouco: “Adán, today you look strange”.
Adam Rouco had never been much given to gossiping about the affairs of others, especially the opposite sex, but today, why was he so curious about Claudio’s affairs.
“Is it appropriate for you to gossip about another woman, in front of me?”.
Adán Rouco laughed lightly, “I just thought that friend of yours might have been cheated on by her husband.”
“Huh? Deceived? But I see that Mrs. Montrelle … is quite kind to Claudio.”
Is it possible that Montrelle Herran is not what he seems? Is it possible that Montrelle Herran is not what he seems?
Adán Rouco said nothing about it, but said, “But that is between other couples, not between us.”
But Claudio was her best friend, and if Montrelle Herran had cheated on her, he would be a good friend. If Montrelle Herran had cheated on her, she, as a good friend, should have warned Claudio.
“Adam, have you discovered any secrets of Montrelle Herran?”
Adán Rouco hooked his thin lips, yes he had discovered a not so little secret, not only was he secretly married, but he was pretending to be poor.
“Tell your friend, to pay more attention to Montrelle Herran, maybe he will discover something different from Montrelle Herran.”
Estrella Berrocal was confused, but thought to herself, as long as it wasn’t an affair. Maybe this Mr. Montrelle had some kind of fetish.
When they arrived home, Paulita was still sleeping in Estrella Berrocal’s arms, having been carried by Adán Rouco.
After Adán Rouco took Paulita to the children’s room, Estrella Berrocal circled the man’s waist from behind and asked him quietly, “Why did you suddenly go to the nursery today?”
“I got off work early today, so I thought I’d stop by the nursery to pick you up with Paulita.”
She was still feeling the day’s fears and ran her hand over Estrella Berrocal’s bulging belly. “Did she get scared?”
“No, it’s perfectly calm.”
Estrella Berrocal remembered what Adán Rouco had told her in the car and her watery eyes stared at Adán Rouco.
“Why do you look at me, madam, as if you were going to eat me? I wouldn’t mind satisfying you if you wanted to…”
Adán Rouco bent down and picked up Estrella Berrocal, who kicked her feet, “Hey, that’s not what I meant, I have something to ask you!”.
“What is it, ask, you have a minute.”
“…”
Ah, this man, why is he so cute.