I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

As Justin sat down next to Mr. Thatcher, his father said with a smile, “Ainsley, we’ve been in the capital for a while. At first, the big city seemed great, but after a while, we just want to go back home.”

“Dad, are you thinking of going back?” Justin was surprised but felt a sense of relief.

The pressure had been great lately. He had considered suggesting they return home but didn’t want to hurt their feelings. As long as his parents wanted to stay in the capital, he would work hard to support them.

Mr. Thatcher nodded, “We want to go back. It’s too quiet here, and we have no friends or family. The big city is too stressful. We see you leaving early and coming back late; it’s not easy. Life in our town is less stressful, and living is cheaper. We just want a peaceful life. You should come back with us.”

Justin was moved by the initial part of the conversation, but his smile froze as his father continued. “Dad, I respect your decision to go back, and I’ll respect it if you want to stay,” Justin tried to gently correct the misunderstanding, “If you decide, I’ll go back with you. I’ll also visit our village; I’ll ask for a few days off.”

“It’s not about taking a few days off; it’s about quitting your job. You should quit and go back with us,” Mr. Thatcher clarified.

“Dad…” Justin smiled awkwardly, “Dad, I’ve lived here for over twenty years. This is where I can best develop my career. I’m just starting to establish myself; I can’t go back with you. I will visit you during holidays.”

“What kind of development can’t you have at home?” Mr. Thatcher’s tone hardened, “You must go back with us. You’re my child and you should be with your family. We’ll buy a villa in the town, Willow Grove; it will be much better than here.”

“A villa?” Seeing his father serious, Justin asked, “Dad, who came up with the idea of going back? Do you want to buy a villa? We probably can’t afford that right now.”

“Nonsense, if you sell this apartment, you could buy a whole building in our village, let alone a villa. You think I’m uneducated, trying to fool me,” Mr. Thatcher frowned, “Ainsley, I’m telling you, I’ve seen through your little schemes. This apartment isn’t rented, you own it. I’ve checked with the agent; this apartment is worth over ten million.”

Justin’s face paled, and he stood up suddenly, realizing his father was not only serious but also insistent.

“Dad, how did you know?” Justin immediately thought of the property deed, “Did you check my documents?”

“I’m your father, why can’t I do that? You bought the apartment and lied, saying it’s rented. Are you guarding against us? I’m your father, we’re your family, the closest people to you, and you’re treating us like thieves,” Mr. Thatcher accused.

“Dad, that’s not what I meant,” Justin tried to explain, “I’m not guarding against you. The apartment wasn’t bought by me; it was a gift from a friend, and I didn’t plan to keep it. We’re just staying here temporarily; it’s supposed to be returned later.”

“You’re still lying to us. An apartment worth millions, given to you by a friend?” Mr. Thatcher slammed the table in anger, “Ainsley, you’ve disappointed me. Tomorrow, you will sell this apartment and go back home with us. We’ll buy a villa in the town, and it will be great for the whole family to live there. Then we can also use the money to buy a woman for your brother, let our relatives see that my son has made it, and got me a big villa.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Justin, a lawyer, was stunned to hear his father casually talk about buying a woman, “Dad, what are you saying!? It is a crime.”