Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 193 Michael, when did you get back? Part1

Who could this be? Perhaps the neighbor forgot their keys again?

But no, a thought suddenly strikes me—it could be my son, Michael, who vanished without a trace two years ago.

Yet, the figure before me doesn't quite match; although his face is obscured, his build is much more robust than Michael's ever was.

Who could it be? Right now, he's sitting at the stairwell, blocking the path, leaving Betty and me with nowhere to go.

"Hey buddy, wake up..."

I felt compelled to approach and give him a gentle shove, but he didn't stir, not showing any sign of waking, only his snoring seemed to grow louder.

"Friend, wake up, you'll catch a cold sleeping here..."

This time, I pushed a bit harder, perhaps too hard.

He was balancing himself by hugging his knees, and my push nearly toppled him over onto the floor.

"Ouch... FuckYou... Who pushed me?"

At that moment, the man quickly came to, standing up and glaring down at me with fiery eyes.

I had thought this man was tall, but standing up, I realized I had underestimated him.

He towered over me by a head, and his position on the upper step made him appear even taller.

When I finally saw his face clearly, both Betty and I were frozen in shock, and so was he.

It was Michael.

Although his physique had changed, his face was largely the same, only more mature and now adorned with a beard—a trait he must have inherited from me, as I have to shave daily.

After two years, Michael had grown taller and more mature.

The youthful naivety was gone, replaced by a distinctly masculine presence.

"Dad... it's... you guys... sorry... I didn't know... I've been waiting... for a long time..."

Michael was the first to recover, quickly descending the stairs with a smile that might have been shaped by his long stay abroad, his English slightly halting, which was to be expected until he readjusted.

"Michael, when did you get back? Why are you sleeping here?"

My emotions were a whirlwind of joy at seeing my flesh and blood, whose image had haunted many of my dreams, yet there was also a tinge of fear, considering the shadows that might never fully fade.

"I... got back an hour ago... my key... it wouldn't... open the door,"

Michael seemed anxious, fidgeting with his keys.

That's when it hit me; we had changed the locks six months ago after losing a set of keys, for security reasons.

It seemed Michael had been waiting outside for over an hour after a long flight from Singapore, too exhausted, he had fallen asleep right at the door.

"Come inside quickly..."

I understood that being a foreigner could make you a target, and Luna, wanting to toughen him up, probably didn't arrange for much help.

It was all on him, which made sense; being too naive would have definitely made him a target.

"Betty, could you tidy up Michael's room..."

I said as Michael ate, with Betty sitting beside me, listening to our chat.

"No need, I've finished eating. I'll do it myself..."

Michael set down his utensils and hurried toward his bedroom, eager to take on the task himself.

When Michael opened his room, he found it spotless.

I followed him in, and though I had barely entered this room over the past two years—treating it almost as sacred ground—I now saw it was impeccably tidy.

I couldn't help but run my hand over the dust-free surface of his study desk.

It wasn't my doing, so it had to be Betty.

"Thanks, Mom and Dad. My room looks just the same, and it's so clean.

It seems you've been keeping it ready for me, waiting for my return..."

Michael smiled as he spoke, and I caught a flicker of unease in Betty's eyes when I touched the desk.

It seemed she had been the one keeping his room in order, sneaking in when I wasn't around.

I hadn't noticed since I rarely checked the home videos over these years.

Realizing this, I felt a pang of jealousy.

Life at home suddenly became lively with Michael's return.

He brought many gifts for Betty and me, and over the next few days, the distance between us seemed to shrink.

Betty and Michael's communication normalized, though they still spoke little.

The next day, I took Michael to see the cold frost, not just for sightseeing but as a gesture of gratitude.

We owed Luna so much for covering his expenses abroad—a debt I felt we could never fully repay.

Since it was the holiday season, Betty, being a teacher, was off work, and with Michael also free, they were both at leisure while I had to return to work after three days to support the family.

Initially, old fears haunted me, but after checking the home videos during my lunch breaks, I was reassured.

Michael had matured, no longer the impulsive youth he once was.

As he neared adulthood, his demeanor had changed, and Betty, having reconciled with me, was no longer the same as before.

When left alone at home, they treated each other with respect, maintaining a proper distance despite frequent conversations.

A week later, I received an unexpected call from Luna, asking me to meet her at her villa...