My mom didn't think much about it and continued to cook.
But I was a bit distracted and tugged on my mom's sleeve, telling her "Aunt Silvia seems to be pregnant."
Mom suddenly stopped chopping vegetables. "Where did you hear that? Don't talk nonsense."
I deliberately lied. "I heard her quarrel with my dad, saying that if my dad didn't marry her, she would have an abortion."
I kept bringing it up. No matter how my mom didn’t care about them, she couldn't remain indifferent.
She seemed to think of something. She wiped her hands, put her clothes on, and went out.
I was worried about her, so I followed her to the hospital. Then I saw my dad, who was accompanying Silvia for a pregnancy test in the obstetrics and gynecology department.
My mom stood still at the end of the corridor for a long time. The second before my dad found her, she took a few steps back and hid.
My mom didn't cry but just held my hand a little tighter.
In the following days, my mom acted as usual as if my dad's affair was not a big blow to her.
But I knew she was having a hard time.
My dad looked honest, but in fact, he was evil and selfish.