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Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 381

Swiftly dabbing her eyes with a tissue, Agnes tried to compose herself. "I'm sorry," she began, forcing a smile. "This burger just... it reminds me so much of how my mom used to make them."

Albert's expression softened, noticing her distress. "You must miss your mom. Being away on set can be hard, especially for someone as young as you. If you're feeling homesick, maybe give her a call? I bet she misses hearing from you."

Overwhelmed by emotion, Agnes's tears flowed freely. "I wish I could call her," she choked out, "but she's no longer with us..."

Seeing this, Albert was also moved and let out a sigh, "Poor kid, what about your dad?"

"My dad... my dad is at home, but I don't know what to say to him."

Thinking about Preston, Agnes felt a whirlwind of emotions.

She used to have a happy family and a cheerful childhood.

She loved her dad deeply, thinking he was a hero, a super dad.

But then a lot happened.

Plus, the arrival of Ms. Laura and Beatrice.

Agnes felt increasingly distant from the dad she remembered.

Deep down, she knew Preston felt guilty and wanted to mend their father-daughter relationship.

But, she was still harboring resentment, resentment for his betrayal of her mom.

Now, knowing there might be more to her mom's death.

Her feelings for Preston became even more complicated.

Hastily, Agnes responded, "No, not in the least."

Deep down, she knew Albert was no ordinary restaurant owner. His establishment only operated for a few weeks each year, a mere pastime for him. The patrons of his restaurant, cloaked in designer attire and shielded behind sunglasses, exuded an aura of authority. And the constant presence of luxury vehicles outside the modest eatery spoke volumes of his stature.

There was something about Albert that made Agnes feel he was like a reclusive sage.

Agnes just particularly liked the taste of the food here, so she often came.

But she never thought she would have any connection with this seemingly mysterious man.

Albert laughed and said, "Don't worry, I have no other intentions. I just believe in fate. The moment I saw you, I felt a connection. I'm all alone, no kids. I was thinking, if I had gotten married and had kids, my daughter would probably be around your age now."

With these words, Albert seemed a bit melancholic.

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