Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295: 295- I Am Sorry

Valerie wanted peace that’s why she chose to sit at the back of this cheap café, nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee.

She never liked this café. It was too ordinary and too simple for her usual standards. She always preferred high-end ones but today she was here for some mental clarity. With the limited budget, she couldn’t spend the money carelessly.

Her credit cards were blocked, and the family heirlooms were stolen. She couldn’t even file a case against anyone as they were never hers in the first place.

She had enough jewelry for a few years of sustainability, yet she had to spend every penny carefully.

Her fingers were tracing the cup handle, absentmindedly. Even the color of the coffee was pathetic.

"Do I have to visit such places now? Why oh, why!" she rested her forehead on the table. Not in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined such a life for herself.

Just as she was about to take a small sip from her cup, the familiar sound of her name snapped her attention, "Valerie! Hi!"

She looked up and recognized an old fellow, Melanie.

Urgh. What is she doing here?

Valerie had acquaintances in Sangua city and most of them knew how much she despised such places.

Melanie was making her way towards her table with a surprised grin, "I can’t believe it! When did you return?"

Valerie never told any of her friends about her return to Sangua. Why would she tell Melanie?

"What a coincidence!" Melanie exclaimed, sliding into the seat opposite her without waiting for an invitation, "I didn’t expect to find you here of all the places."

Valerie forced a smile; her mind was racing. She couldn’t tell Melanie about what happened recently in her life.

"Oh, Melanie... hey! What brings you here?"

Melanie raised a brow, giving her a once over, "As if you don’t know. I’m their regular client," she then leaned back with a teasing grin, "I should ask you the same. You never liked this place. Something about it being ’below your standards," remember?"

Valerie winced inwardly but quickly recovered. She couldn’t afford enemies at this point in her life. Nor did she want Melanie to announce in her circle about her arrival.

She was sure, most of them must have seen the live coverage of the event and then Rafael’s death had been all over the news.

Managing a small smile on her face, she took another sip of the odd-smelling coffee, "Well. I, uh... thought I’d give it another try. You know... we all grow up with age. Things change, humans evolve."

Gosh. She sounded like Marissa. That was how she used to grip everyone’s attention with her words.

"So, I thought why not try the same places again and form a more mature opinion," she said adding a dismissive wave, "Besides today I’m enjoying its quietness."

And I want you to leave me alone and let me think!

Melanie nodded but the bitch had a flicker of doubt in her eyes, "Oh. Right. That’s good...great actually," she smiled awkwardly. Valerie could see she wasn’t convinced but said nothing.

The truth was too hard to admit. She wasn’t here to explore anything; she was here because she could no longer afford the lavish cafes, she once visited frequently with her friends.

"Anyway, what you’ve been up to?" Valerie effortlessly changed the subject, she wanted to steer the conversation away from her circumstances.

Melanie smiled again, thankfully moving along, "Oh the usual... work, family, and th-this never-ending hustle..."

Valerie took a sigh of relief when the topic moved away from her preferences and choices. However, it was short-lived,

"I’ve heard, Marissa is Rafael’s wife. Is it true?" Melanie tried to bring casualness in her tone, and Valerie thought she had swallowed a bitter pill after hearing Marissa’s name.

"Oh please," Val raised her hand to make the woman stop, "You know how she was. She was always after my things. If jealousy had a face," she took the last sip of the shitty coffee and thanked God that she managed it without gagging.

"I don’t think so," there was a wicked smile on Melanie’s lips, "Marissa was more mature among you two. The girl with a good IQ. If I was half as genius as her, I would be ruling the world. Ha-ha,"

Valerie didn’t remark. She wanted to break Melanie’s face but again she needed to work on her attitude.

At least until she would get back her property, she couldn’t afford more enemies.

"I can’t say much, Melanie," she said with a sad smile, "After all ... she is my sister. I wish I could convince my parents to favor me. They are completely under her thumb now."