The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 478 Ch.477 Marilyn’s Dinner

Ms. Marilyn's dinner was wonderful.

Roland had never tasted such delicious milk cakes or steaks, or drank such sweet fruit juice. There were not many dishes, but every plate was made by Ms. Marilyn herself.

Xander seemed at a loss throughout dinner.

——She has never seen such a 'kind' mother.

Roland has been here for almost half a year and knows what kind of host Ms. Marilyn is.

She rarely cares about her daughter, let alone her stupid husband.

Her only connection to the family is Roland, whom she hires to care for her daughter and husband.

That's all.

She stayed up every night, and even disappeared from time to time. She was not seen for half a month:

Such a mother is neither a good mother nor a good wife——

But whenever Roland thinks like this, he is as at a loss as Xander:

Because only people told him that a man should work in a factory and have money to support his children and wife. At the same time, the wife has to stay at home and take care of the family.

But no one told him what a wife should do when a man poops in the house without wearing pants all day long.

Maybe Ms. Marilyn's behavior was for her family... maybe not.

Roland is not easy to evaluate.

But if he was on Miss Xander's side, Roland would hate Ms. Marilyn a little - staying out all night did not prevent her from caring about her daughter.

Many times, Roland heard the girl taking a nap on the recliner, mumbling "Mom" indistinctly.

This made Roland very uncomfortable.

There is even more fire that cannot be released.

He clearly has a mother, but he still doesn't get love - if one day he knows how to write, can read, and has the power to let ink flow, he must become a poet and write a special book about Miss Sendel's experience to everyone. people.

He wants to write ‘Mother! You fucking deserve it! ’

You should write, 'It doesn't matter if the bulge is cut off! ’

Write ‘My leaving your body is just the beginning of love, not the end of it! ’

He wanted to write a lot, complaining about Xander's injustice.

But when he often wanted to joke with Xander about this, like the tip of a feather tickling someone's nose, Xander had seen through him early.

She told him:

Your mother must not be like this, Roland.

She had a compelling reason, maybe she died early, otherwise even if she asked you to drink her blood, she would definitely be able to support you.

Miss Xander Kratoff is a gentle person.

A gentle, kind girl.

Just like paraffin facial makeup, after being melted by the hot sun, it reveals a more charming inner face.

so.

Compared to Ms. Malena, he is more loyal to Ms. Xander in his heart.

There is compassion, gratitude, friendship, and love that is not noticed by the children and has not yet sprouted.

"Eat more, Xander."

At the dinner table, the mother and daughter sitting across from each other were talking indifferently.

Mostly Ms. Marilyn said, and Xander listened and nodded.

The long-term indifference made the mother and daughter who were supposed to be close become as alienated as strangers - not to mention the husband who was smashing buckets in the bathroom, and Roland who was sitting at the farthest corner with a small table.

He was greatly favored today by being able to eat at the same time as his master.

"You too, Roland."

Marilyn smiled at Roland, and the grown-up Xander's face was now full of hypocrisy.

The gray-haired woman looked at the two silent children, her eyes full of pity:

"You have to take care of a disabled person who has lost his mind. It's really worrying to stay with a manic and dangerous person." She sighed, as if there was a painter across from her painting a portrait of her, and every posture was extremely deliberate.

"But I have to do it, you understand? My good daughter."

she said.

"Maybe I can afford this bad reputation, but you, who will marry you in the future?" Marilyn slowly cut the steaming meat on the plate and raised her eyes slightly: "This is a man who abandoned his father. Girl."

"Teach me how to believe that she has good moral character? Loyalty to her family and her husband?"

"Someone's going to say that about you, kid."

Marilyn said.

"I can't want your future to be a mess. I would rather you have a painful childhood and a happy future."

Xander said nothing.

He just lowered his head, rubbed his red eyes, cut the meat on the plate into small pieces, and then cut the small pieces into smaller pieces.

Press with a fork.

Put them in your mouth one by one.

She probably couldn't taste it anymore.

"I would rather you blame me now. But I believe that when you grow up, you will understand that you will be grateful to have a thoughtful mother."

Marilyn took a sip of red wine, and her bright lips and the sharp teeth hidden under her lips became magical. They could make a rooster lay eggs and make the tide rise in the desert.

"...I know, Mom."

Xander responded softly.

She gripped the knife and fork hard, her gray hair hanging down to cover her face, and ate the steak in front of her.

"Thanks, Mom."

She said this with a nasal voice: "...Thank you for the dinner too."

Marilyn smiled softly: "Is it delicious?"

Xander nodded obediently.

"What about Roland?"

"...all good."

"Mine is better, isn't it?"

This kind of banter has undoubtedly drawn into the relationship between mother and daughter, making the coldness warm up and gradually getting closer.

"Some Roland did well, and some mothers did well." Then Xander started talking more.

She didn't mind, and was even very eager to talk to her mother more, even if it was a meaningless conversation, no matter what.

"Roland's soup is delicious, and mom makes delicious steaks."

Xander smoothed his gray hair, raised his head, and looked directly at the woman who gave him a childish face and a special hair color.

She hinted to the other party that she hoped to hear a response like, 'Well, mom will do it for you in a few days, okay?'

Unfortunately, Ms. Marilyn could never make another delicious steak.

"I can't help it, honey."

Marilyn smiled charmingly, just like a falsely converted cultist who inadvertently revealed his ferocious color. She unblinkingly sucked in every chill, every drop of tear and every drop of fullness of the victim with her eyes for the rest of her life. of blood beads.

Her tone was extremely soft, but it was unsettling no matter how you heard it.

Like a rhinoceros with cat legs.

"I can't make steak like this anymore, my dear. I should say, I can't make it anymore."

she said.

"Unless a miracle can be done to bring it back to life."

she said.

"What?" There was a flaw in Xander's voice, and her mother's irreversible tone made her more and more frightened: "What...resurrected from the dead? Steak?"

"Of course." Marilyn put down her knife and fork, and dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin gracefully, "You know, Xander. It tastes delicious because of love. If there is love hidden in the flesh, it will become delicious."

"Oh, right."

She suddenly remembered something, pushed away her chair, stood up, and went to the kitchen.

Come back in half a minute.

I brought a piece of skin.

It's black and long-haired, and you can still see blood streaks and thin veins in the fur.

as well as.

A chopped off tail.

"If you still want to eat, you're going to have to attract some more cats, good girl."

She gently placed the hide and tail on the table.

If I had to describe the silence in the room after these words...

Like the silence after my mother's death.

Xander just sat, as still as a portrait.

shed tears.

She eventually spit it out.

He poured what was in his stomach back onto the dining table.