I love you, I won't kill you

At 19:1 in the morning on the [-]th, Julie stopped the car on the side of the road in front of her parents' house.Glancing at An Ji who had already fallen asleep on the seat beside him, he gently pushed open the car door.Standing by the car door, looking up at the starry sky, he stretched a lot.

"I'm home, I'm so fucking tired! Well, should Mommy and Daddy go to bed now?" Julie looked at the white two-story private house in front of her, thinking involuntarily.

About 11 hours earlier, she had ended the call with Amanda in a huff.Now, the strong sleepiness and tired body make her just want to close her eyes and have a good sleep, but the thoughts in her mind are unusually clear and smooth.

"Well, don't bother them yet. Why don't you go in after a few minutes of rest?" Julie thought, walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk.

Take out a bottle of non-alcoholic beer and walk up the wooden steps in front of your parents' house to the large porch.After looking around for a while, he went straight to the fabric sofa opposite, and sat down on it.

While drinking beer, he observed Angie in the car and thought, "Why did you get angry with Sweetheart yesterday?"

"Love her, love her a lot? Well, I think so. But why not give her a chance to explain?"

"Maybe, her reasons are very good and convincing?!"

"But why did that fucking Janice suddenly appear beside Sweetheart? Could it be that she fell in love with Sweetheart too?"

"If you don't love her, why would you go to the Marine Corps base to find her?"

"Maybe it's because of something else?"

Julie sat quietly in the dark drinking beer, and the angels and demons in her heart kept appearing in front of her eyes.At this time, the drowsiness and the relaxation of her body made her more and more trapped in the sofa...

"Hey, sweetheart, wake up." A man stood beside the sofa and called Julie softly.

"Damn it, God! Who the hell, get the fuck away!" Julie cursed, waking up from her sleep.

"Hey, college student. After graduation, I can't find a job. Did you even mortgage your bed to the bank?" Ralph Mitchell, the two-star acting chief of the Chicago Police Department, said to his daughter "seriously" with his hands behind his back.

"What? God, Daddy, what are you doing here?" Julie was surprised to find that it was her father, and she sat up from the sofa with her hands on the cushion and muttered.

Seeing his daughter get up, Ralph went to one side of the single sofa, sat down and said with a smile, "Well, today's luck is as good as the weather. I didn't expect that I could pick it up outside my house before going to work. A pretty, sweet, homeless girl with a Yale JD."

Julie sat on the sofa, combing her messy hair, "Daddy, since you're so lucky today, why don't you go buy a few lottery tickets. What do you think?"

Ralph nodded. "Well, good idea."

"God! I forgot Angie was still sleeping in the car." Julie yelled, jumping off the couch and running out to the porch.

I ran to the car and took a closer look, and found that Anji, who was sideways and closed her eyes, was still in a deep sleep.Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, he turned and looked at his father leaning on the railing, "I'm sorry, Daddy, we didn't come back from school until 1:[-] this morning."

Ralph smiled and walked down the porch and across the walkway in front of the door.He stepped forward and hugged his daughter, and asked softly, "Well, I see. You really drove back from Yale overnight?"

Julie smiled sheepishly, "Yeah. It's just... I didn't think too much about it when I thought I could go home soon."

"Well, your thoughts determine your behavior, but you can't impose it on your friend at will. And this friend of yours is also Sabrina's biological mother."

"Daddy, I wanted to rest for a while before going home, but I fell asleep outside."

"What the hell, you're home anyway. Well, go wake Angie up and I'll get your mother to make you breakfast."

Angie and the Mitchells' nanny stayed with their daughter Sabrina for the rest of the morning.After greeting her mother, taking a bath and having breakfast, Julie sat comfortably under the huge outdoor parasol in the back garden.While basking in the sun, play with the St. Bernard "Whiskey".

From time to time, I have to look at the mobile phone on the table, and I can't help thinking, "Sweetheart's two missed calls are from last night."

"Judging from what Sweetheart said, she doesn't seem to be lying."

"But why does Janice go to Honey after Monday's lunch?"

When he picked up the phone again, he stared at the screen, "You bastard, why didn't you send me a message now?"

When she was hesitating whether to send Amanda a questioning message, the phone rang suddenly.Looking at the unfamiliar caller number, she felt very strange, "A call from Washington, DC? Who is calling?"

Finally got through the phone and said softly, "Hello."

A crisp, calm voice came from the receiver, "Julie Mitchell? Hello, I'm Amanda's mother, Grace Balfour."

"Hi, uh, hello." Julie frowned, almost in disbelief.

"Well, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. There was a very unpleasant conflict between you and Amanda because of some personal matters with my daughter Janice."

"Oh, thanks for the reminder. Um, if Janice really caused this, why isn't she apologizing to me now?"

After a pause for a few seconds, Grace said again softly, "You know, Amanda is my biological daughter, and I love her very much. So, I don't want her to suffer any harm."

Julie smiled slightly, "Really? So, are you apologizing to me for Janice?"

"So to speak. Well, I just want to tell you one thing. Amanda told me that you are the most important person in her life."

"Thank you, Ms. Balfour."

In just a few minutes of talking, it was over.Julie put down the phone, thinking, "This is just about me and Amanda, why would her biological mother call me herself?"

"What is the problem with this matter?"

The phone on the desk rang again.She picked it up and looked, "You bastard, you're finally calling."

"Uh, Julie, I'm sorry. I didn't have time to call you until now."

"That's all right. Go ahead, dear lady lieutenant."

"So, you're willing to hear me explain?" Amanda asked.

"Hmm. I think if I don't know what happened, how would I know who is the victim and who is the criminal?" Julie took the phone and started walking in the back garden.

"Well, if you can promise me, I'll tell you the truth."

"Guarantee? Why guarantee?"

Amanda whispered, "I need you, promise not to tell about Janice."

Julie asked in surprise, "What about Janice?"

Immediately afterwards, he added, "Well, I promise you. Well, even if we break up now, I won't let others know."

Over the next 2 minutes, Amanda gave an overview of Janice's condition.When Julie finished listening, she opened her eyes wide and asked in amazement, "This is impossible?! Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not kidding. Now, remember what you promised me."

"Okay, I promise you. Well, it would be even better if you had time at night."

"No problem, the free internet service in the base can be used until I retire."

When Amanda called, most of Julie's resentment had dissipated.After the two hung up the phone, she began to think again, "DID? God, what kind of terrible mental illness is this?"

"Whisky, let's go." Barking the St. Bernard lying on the grass, hurriedly walked towards the house.Now, one of the things she most wants to do is surf the Internet.The purpose of surfing the Internet, of course, is to explore the "dissociative identity disorder" that makes people full of infinite curiosity.

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