Chapter 22 Find Something
I struggled to find this data. Data about Chris's father, who was nowhere to be found.
I actually have a suspicion that the reason for Chris's lack of performance and concentration in various things is from his father. This is just my instinct, and it's still a suspicion because I haven't proven it yet. But, I recently caught a conversation about it between Chris and his mum.
I'm also still unsure whether I should share this data with Chris. But, it would be better if I keep this a secret.
If you say I'm rude, I won't deny it, it's just... I want to help Chris. I've done so many things, but none of them have helped Chris. And I thought that helping him get things done in a different way would help him more.
"Hm, are rich people always like this, living in hiding and choosing not to reveal themselves?"
I stared at the screen in front of me, and then my hand moved along the text. The data I was reading right now still showed only job backgrounds, general stuff.
Then I continued to trace the information downwards, my eyes reading carefully, one paragraph at a time.
It turns out that Chris' father was a playboy. A wealthy philanthropic businessman who is described as handsome. Well, that's an almost perfect definition of a man, so naturally he felt entitled to be a playboy.
No, I don't condone that. But... come on, he is a man. His first instinct if he's got a handsome face and a lot of money is that he'll pick up any woman he wants.
He has the right to do that, and we have the right to hate him.
"Oh? He dated another woman and had a daughter?"
My eyes then caught a surprising fact: Chris had a sister, but it was written that he was an only child on both his mother's side and his father's side.
I mean, even though his mum and dad were separated, they didn't have any children with their new relationship. That's what I knew until I found this data.
"Hm, I might be more surprised than this. And I'm still very curious."
I then continued to scroll through the screen until I started to feel bored. There were only things that weren't too specific to explain, and... I had almost finished reading all the contents of the biography or whatever it was. I probably wouldn't find a clue to help Chris after this.
"Oh! gosh! what's this?"
I was immediately stunned, my eyes feeling refreshed and also more observant when I found a very striking sentence.
The sentence contained a name.
Irene Fleuvy Reizz.
"Wait, I must have read it wrong."
I laughed, but it wasn't because it was funny. Rather, I found it odd and ironic to read this name in the data.
"No way, but....how did this happen?"
I swallowed harshly. I had unconsciously leaned back on the bench where I was sitting now. I really need time to win myself over.
The screen in front of me was still on, still showing the same thing, and I was still sitting in the same place while trying to calm myself down from the overwhelming shock.
"How could Chris's dad and my mum have ever dated?"
I still couldn't calm myself down completely. But my brain was already starting to push me as hard as it could to reason. Was it possible that the 'daughter' that Chris's father and that woman were dating was me?
Me? Chris's sibling?
But... why should I be disappointed?
It's like there's something that makes me sad when I know that I might be Chris's brother.
But I also found many other possibilities.
Although I might be the daughter in question, it doesn't necessarily indicate that Chris's father is my father.
It could be that my mum was just dating the man and I wasn't actually his biological child. It could also be that they weren't really dating but were just close and rumoured to be so.
Wait, why am I so adamant that I'm not Chris's biological brother?
What is this feeling?
Am I scared?
Am I disappointed?
Am I angry?
But why?
Why does there have to be that feeling?
I hurriedly switched off the tablet screen in front of me. In a few seconds I caught my breath, and then I tried to lie down on the bed.
My eyes were hard to close, my thoughts were drifting everywhere. There were too many voices in my brain, all clamouring to get out and asking to be conveyed.
If I ask Mrs Carla will I get the right answer? And I don't feel that I have the right to ask.
Ask Chris? Don't be stupid, he's just as confused as I am.
Ask my mum? What kind of joke is that, I'd have to go to the afterlife first to do that.
Among the many voices and questions in my mind, I also questioned one thing.
If Chris knew about this, would he feel the way I did?
Or would he just not care?
Honestly, in the bottom of my heart I was worried that he would hate me if he knew about this.
I don't know, I can't define what that feeling is. Fear of loss or fear of guilt, it all feels and looks false when I think about it.
I tried to brush it all off, and chalked it up to the fact that I was afraid that my familiarity with Chris as a co-worker would be disrupted because of this.
Co-workers. Yeah, that's it.
If it's more than just co-workers, then what are we?
I smiled bitterly, sadly. Too scared, even just to think.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already time for dinner. My stomach also felt like it was time to fill up.
With stumbling steps, I headed out of the room and saw Chris who was already at the dining table. It just so happened that we had ordered food, so we just ate without preparing anything else.
After reading that fact, everything felt awkward to do-even just to see Chris sitting at the dining table and waiting for me to have dinner with him.
Our dinner passed with more silence. I didn't initiate the conversation at all, Chris was the one who was looking for topics of conversation. Until I suddenly fell silent and said something...
"If I were to resign tomorrow, or the day after, or whenever it is but as soon as possible. What do you think?"