The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 80

Since I found out that scumbag had shamelessly moved back to my mom’s house after being released from prison, I hadn’t returned.

I tried to convince her, but every time, we ended up arguing.

She would always say, "He's your biological father, and he’s changed for the better. You should give him a chance to change!"

After a while, she started to resent me.

So I stopped saying more.

Thinking that I would soon leave, I eventually softened and agreed.

But I didn’t expect I would see Joshua so soon.

After leaving SEA Group, my former colleagues, who had been close to me, almost every day complained to me.

They complained that Joshua's temper had gotten worse.

Every time a supervisor went up to report, they were terrified, afraid they would be fired any second.

"Joshua used to listen to Donna, but now..."

Lucas suddenly stopped.

He hesitated, sighed, and said, "We originally thought Carol would take your place after you left, but after seeing Joshua, it seems like he still thinks you’ll come back."

So even though I deliberately avoided looking at Joshua,

The shared social circle over the years still let me know a lot about his matters.

For example, he had a big fight with the Elder Graham.

He drank so much that he had gastric bleeding and was hospitalized.

And my position hadn’t changed, while Carol resigned.

I simply responded with an "Oh."

Until I saw Joshua at my mom's house.

He was still wearing that scarf, smiling gently as he talked to my mom.

There was no trace of the "bad temper" or "moody" nature that my colleagues had complained about.

My mom looked a little flattered.

When she saw me, she was even happier.

"Donna, look who’s here!

I told you, your relationship with Joshua is so good, how could you just break up like that? You two should talk!"

The moment Joshua heard my name,

His body stiffened.

He didn’t turn around.

Or rather, he didn’t dare to.

"Mom."

I lowered my gaze and calmly called out to her,

"Do you want me to go back to being like when I was a child, giving up my dignity and doing everything to please him?"

As soon as I finished speaking,

My mom’s smile froze.

And Joshua suddenly stood up,

Looking awkward—perhaps panicked.

He lowered his gaze in disappointment and whispered,

"Don’t blame Auntie.

I’ve been craving Auntie’s cooking for a long time, so I shamelessly came over."

I saw Joshua off.

"So now I don’t even have the right to stay for a meal?"