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2.49% Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World / Chapter 31: Family Bond (Part 1)

Chapter 31: Family Bond (Part 1)

On the second day of Amalia's return to Apple City, she sent out the first requested Artifact in the morning and rushed to the Rodriguez family's residence in the afternoon. It was the day she had agreed upon with Arthur.

The whole Rodriguez family, including Grace, was present. Surprisingly, Grace didn't make things difficult for Amalia as she usually did. Instead, she greeted her at the door with a smile.

Amalia immediately sensed something amiss. She wondered what scheme Arthur had in mind. It wasn't until they were seated that she discovered the cards Arthur was holding.

"Amalia, a year ago, your uncle brought you to Apple City and didn't allow you to contact your foster parents. You don't resent your uncle for that, do you? After all, i was doing it for your own good," Arthur said with a smiling face.

"You are my uncle. How could I resent you?" Amalia lowered her gaze, understanding Arthur's intentions and concealing a hint of killing intent in her eyes.

"That's good to hear. In this past year, I've realized I owe you a lot. To make it up to you, I've brought your foster parents here. They should be at the hotel by now. After we finish this meal, you can go see them. It's been a year since you last saw them, and I'm sure you miss them," Arthur said as he served a dish that the original host didn't like. "Over the next few days, eat more of this and take your foster parents out to have some fun."

A dual approach of persuasion and threat, Amalia squinted her eyes. Arthur calling her back couldn't be good news, especially if he had brought the original host's foster parents.

Everyone in the Rodriguez family, except Amalia, enjoyed the meal.

Before seeing Amalia off, Arthur patted her shoulder and said, "After spending time with your foster parents, let's meet again, niece. We can have a heart-to-heart talk. Tonight, let the driver take you back."

Amalia nodded compliantly, keenly feeling the pressure Arthur was exerting on her. It wasn't just physical, but also emotional. "I'll be leaving then, Uncle."

Arthur smiled and nodded as he watched the floating car take Amalia away. His smile gradually faded, replaced by an icy demeanor.

The pressure he applied tonight seemed to have worked, but if it hadn't, he would need to resort to more ruthless measures. After all, Amalia was his niece, and he didn't want to escalate the situation if it could be avoided.

The Rodriguez family's driver dropped Amalia off at her apartment building. As he left, Amalia's expression became as calm as water.

...

The original host's foster parents had been arranged by Arthur to stay in a luxury presidential suite at a hotel invested in by the Rodriguez family. Although they had lived in comfortable conditions before, they had never felt as uncomfortable as they did now.

"Esmeralda, why do you think Arthur suddenly brought us here? Has something happened to Amalia at his place? And didn't he forbid us from contacting Amalia? Changing his mind so suddenly at this time, is he coming up with something?" 

Amalia's father, who still had a kind, simple face even in his middle age, kept pestering his wife, not displaying any signs of the businessman who had experienced the ups and downs of the business world for decades.

"Don't you felt tired asking the same question again and again?" 

Amalia's mother, who still exuded charm in her forties and looked like she was in her thirties, was visibly annoyed. She was tired of her husband's constant questioning and gave him a sharp look.

Amalia's father chuckled and, shamelessly, moved closer to his wife, patting her back gently. "Don't get angry, dear. Getting worked up is bad for your health, and it could lead to wrinkles. See, there's already a wrinkle at the corner of your eye. When we get back, you must take good care of your skin."

Just as Amalia's mother was about to scold him, she suddenly froze and stared at the entrance, her eyes quickly welling up with a faint glint of tears. 

She pushed Amalia's father aside, walked up to the suddenly appearing Amalia, and embraced her directly. "My child, you've lost weight. Those bunch of jerks at the Rodriguez family promised to take good care of you when they brought you back. Look at how skinny they've made you. If it weren't for... I wouldn't spare them."

Amalia felt her whole body stiffen. Apart from the gradually fading childhood memories, she had seldom been this close to anyone, let alone being hugged by someone. 

The warmth emanating from her mother, along with her words, her hot breath as she spoke, tightly enveloped her. 

It felt both strange and uncomfortable, yet it was also a warm sensation that made her feel like she was returning to the womb.

Amalia let out a sigh in her heart. Was this the feeling of someone caring for you?

"Child, my dear child," Amalia's father stood behind his wife, grinning foolishly as he watched Amalia, who was practically leaning against her mother's shoulder, causing him to laugh so hard that he spat saliva on Amalia's face. "You look so funny now."

 

 


Chapter 32: Family Bond (Part 2)

Amalia touched her face, and memories of her adoptive father flooded into her mind, almost as if they had happened yesterday. The more she thought about it, the clearer the memories became.

She finally remembered why her adoptive father had become wealthy from scratch. It all began with an antique from thousands of years ago. In her younger days, her adoptive father bought a wine jug in an antique market.

The seller claimed it was a porcelain piece from the Ancient Dynasty with an aura of immortality, and Amalia's adoptive father had believed it instantly.

Upon returning home, he cleaned the jug and even poured wine into it. Every member of the family, young and old, had a sip, believing it could bring them the Aura of ancient immortals.

However, when Amalia's mother had it authenticated by an expert, it turned out to be just an urinal from the Ancient Dynasty. Although it was genuine, the fact that it was used as urinal in the past make it was a rather an embarrassing revelation.

The only positive outcome was that the Vanquez family became immensely wealthy overnight because of this urinal.

Amalia couldn't find joy in this memories. She'd rather not remember the fact that she had once drunk from an ancient urinal. Looking behind the scenes, it was clear how unreliable her adoptive father's character was.

However, the real driving force behind the Vanquez family's achievements in the following decade was her adoptive mother, who clung to his adoptive father, ensuring that the family's success continued.

Amalia's adoptive mother had a commanding and strong personality, unwavering in her decisions, with a keen mind. In the business world, she was a formidable woman, but she didn't seek the spotlight like other powerful women. She silently supported her husband from behind, making her the true decision-maker in the Vanquez family.

Amalia's hand gently rested on her adoptive mother's back, and she smiled softly. She hadn't initially wanted to get involved in the world of her adoptive parents because she always be a solitary person. She feared that once she felt the warmth of family bonds, she wouldn't want to let go. Now, however, she had changed her mind.

This couple, whose hearts were tightly bound to their adopted daughter, didn't feel the slightest bit of unfamiliarity despite a year of separation. In their hearts, she was their own daughter, and there was no reason for estrangement.

If she had acted too distant, they might notice it, and it could lead to misunderstandings. In the end, they might suppress their emotions for her sake. So, she decided to let things flow naturally.

"Child, why has your face become so pale and smooth? What skincare products are you using?" Amalia's father suddenly pinched one of Amalia's cheeks. "Tell your dad so your mother can use it too. She has wrinkles now."

The warm atmosphere was disrupted by Amalia's father. Before Amalia could react, his mother gave his father a kick, and he let out a yelp.

"Even Iif you don't talk, no one will think you're mute!" Amalia's mother scolded him. Seeing his expression as if his leg was about to break, she couldn't stand it any longer. "What are you pretending for? I didn't actually step on you."

Amalia's father immediately stopped pretending. "Wife, I'm doing this for your own good. If you don't take care of yourself, people might call you a 'yellow faced woman.' I'm worried I might get into a fight with them, even if it's a woman who says it, the same thing would happend. "

Amalia's mother sighed, seeming helpless in the face of her husband childishness. But in reality, there was a slight smile on her lips. "Okay, enough joking. Let's get to the serious matters."

Once his mother became serious, her entire demeanor changed. Amalia's father didn't dare to act up anymore and stood by her side like a loyal dog.

"Amalia, did Arthur say anything to you? A year ago, he wouldn't let us contact you, and now he has suddenly brought us here. He's definitely not a kind-hearted person. Is he trying to use us to threaten you?"


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