Catherine frowned at the sight of the shattered teacup on the ground, and she began to know less and less about her daughter. In the past, even if Jessica was bullied, she would never be angry, and even if she was angry, she would never smash things directly like this. The teacup that cracked into pieces, but when Jessica was young, Mark gave her a birthday gift, and it has always been treasured by Jesse like a baby. But now, this teacup is lying on the ground at the door.

Could it be that the relationship between the father and the boyfriend is really like a rival in love?

When will this war between father and daughter end?

Although Catherine did not like Jerry's sensational remarks at the Royal Victoria Square, after all, she was a devout Catholic like Mark, but she had always been neutral about Jessica's relationship with Jerry. That is, neither for nor against. In Catherine's opinion, this is a matter between Jessica and Jerry, and it is the two of them who will live together in the future. Although she is Jessica's mother, she also thinks that she does not have much power to interfere. As a mother, she can fully see the changes in Jessica, in the past, Jessica was always running around the United States because of Mark's relationship, this little guy was frail and sickly, he couldn't make any friends since he was a child, and he always looked depressed. But since joining the crew of "Youth Musical", Jessica's mental state has undergone a huge change.

As a person who has come over, Catherine can fully see that Jessica's puberty has come.

Who hasn't had such years?

Didn't Mark climb the big tree next to his house in the middle of the night and then get into her boudoir?

It's just that Catherine doesn't think there's anything wrong with Mark's approach, although it's inappropriate, but it's also a way for Mark, as a father, to protect his daughter.

Military-style clumsy way.

He's always been like that.

Catherine closed the door. Then he put the dinner on the table, followed to the door and squatted down, carefully picking up the pieces of the teacup, "Jesse, don't blame your dad, he is also here to protect you." ”

"Protect me? Locked me in my room and forbade me to make phone calls, not to surf the Internet, not to watch TV, and even deprived me of the right to read the newspaper, is this what he calls protection? Mom. I'm not a kid anymore, I have my own ideas, I have my own life. I can't always be a little angel in the palm of his hand! ”

Catherine sighed, Jesse had indeed grown up. She had never said such a thing before.

Catherine stood up silently, tossed the broken porcelain piece she picked up in her hand into the trash, and then walked over and sat down next to Jessica, who combed Jessica's long brown hair. Jessica, who inherited her long brown hair and chocolate-colored skin, was her pride, Mark used to say, and voila. This little angel even has the same personality as you. It used to be like this, but now, Catherine is not sure. Catherine didn't contradict Jessica's words. Instead, he asked softly, "Do you really like that guy?" ”

"Mom, I've said it many times, and it has nothing to do with Jerry. It's between me and my dad. In this matter. Daddy he can't always be like this, I have the right to choose my friends. I didn't expect something like that. But. Haven't I distanced myself from him? Dad, what did he do besides confining me? He wasn't like that before. He used to give me a chance to explain. Yes, I lied to him before, but haven't I already apologized to him? Why is he like this? It's been the third month of the lockdown, do you want me to go back to the primitive life? I haven't even been to school for three months. What about my studies? What about my job? Didn't you see Miss Miranda's expression? She's already helped me turn down a lot of acting opportunities. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't been on time for the filming of "Youth Musical" 3. Mom, you know my dream is to be an actor. I'm already on this path. But Daddy did this, didn't he know that if he persisted like this, he would kill my dreams! ”

Jessica thought about the three months of being locked up like a prisoner, and the grievances in her heart were suddenly vented.

The tone is inevitably a little heavy.

"Jesse!" Catherine interrupted her in a loud voice, "Mark is your dad after all, he won't do that." ”

Looking at the teary-eyed Jessica, Catherine was full of helplessness, this time, Mark was really hard-hearted, as his wife and Jessica's mother, she really didn't want the father and daughter to continue to stalemate, one exerted thunder and high pressure, the other did not want to bow his head, still went his own way, and no one was willing to take a small step back.

"I'll talk to him sometime." Catherine took Jessica in her arms and patted her on the back, "But you also have to learn to be considerate of your father's feelings." ”

Jessica was silent.

……

Omaha lay on the top bunk, sleeping unsoundly, and nightmares continued to strike.

Japanese Red Army Raid ~ Bombing of the Bekaa Valley ~ Pakistan Training Camp ~ New York Airport ~

All things came together, like a huge net, binding him firmly.

Suddenly, Omaha's eyes opened, and the roof of the prison was still dark.

He breathed heavily, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, a large black hand reached up from the bottom bunk, and then grabbed the clothes on Omaha's chest and pulled them down violently.

Omaha was caught off guard and was grabbed directly from the top bunk, and Omaha who was not prepared at all fell directly.

Before he could react, a man was already sitting on top of him, a white towel quickly strangled his mouth, and his hands were pressed in front of his head.

Omaha felt a chill in her ass and her pants had been pulled down.

A rough breath hit his ears.

Suddenly, Omaha reacted suddenly, he writhed his body vigorously, his mouth made a whining sound, but the big black hands pressed him to the ground, because he was leaning over the ground, he couldn't exert any strength at all.

In the black prison, Omaha's eyes widened at once, and a horror called despair was released from those eyes. (To be continued......)