When She Turns Her Back Novel

Chapter 362 Charles was still trying to sort out the stuff troubling his mind when he heard footsteps coming from the door . He turned around , and just as he expected , Teresa was back . As Teresa walked into the living room , she immediately spotted Charles and Yolanda Logan sitting together on the couch . Both of them glanced at her as she walked in , and she met their gaze in return . But when Yolanda set eyes on Teresa , she didn't act nearly as affectionate as she'd said before . She didn't call out , nor did she rush over for a hug like she always did with Charles .

It wasn't until Teresa got right up to her that Yolanda finally muttered , a little stiffly , " Mom " Teresa felt a bit spaced out hearing Yolanda call her that . She glanced down at Yolanda , then smiled and asked , " It's Monday . Why aren't you at kindergarten ? " Yolanda said , " Dad and I were waiting for you to come home ." Hearing that , Teresa looked back up at Charles . He just returned her look , staying silent . The air between them felt heavy .

After a moment , Teresa crouched down , gently holding Yolanda's arms and coaxing her softly , " Yolanda , your dad and I need to take care of something . Would it be okay if Sharon took you to kindergarten today ? " Yolanda pouted, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears . She said in a choked voice , " Mom , I made clay dolls last night all by myself - they're our family . Can you come upstairs with me and take a look ? " For a second , Teresa felt as if she was in a dream . The sweet , quiet Yolanda standing before her was just like the thoughtful daughter she used to know .

At that moment , Teresa's eyes grew red and misty . She gently hugged Yolanda close , her voice trembling with emotion . " Yolanda , thank you for still loving Mom ." Yolanda didn't resist . Instead , she lifted her little hand and nudged Teresa's shoulder gently . " Mom, will you come upstairs with me ? " Hearing that , Teresa went quiet , her heart caught between guilt and longing . Thinking about the real reason she'd come home today , Teresa had to refuse Yolanda's request . She reached out and softly brushed Yolanda's hair . " Yolanda , let's look at them next time , okay ?

I promise ." As soon as Teresa said no , Yolanda burst out crying . " Mom , you don't love me anymore . You don't love me - you don't love Yolanda ! " Teresa kissed Yolanda's forehead , tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks . Her voice trembled as she said , " Mom will always love you , Yolanda . No matter how you see me , I'll always love you ." For a moment , Yolanda was stunned , her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Teresa . " But if you really love me , Mom , how come you won't come upstairs with me ? " she said , her voice soft and accusing .

Teresa stood firm , gently but resolutely replying , " Your dad and I have , something important to take care of . When I get home tonight , I'll come and look - okay ? " Without waiting to see whether Yolanda was happy or heartbroken , Teresa lifted her gaze to Charles and said quietly , " Let's Charles looked at Teresa , completely expressionless - no emotion , no simile . He lowered his voice and asked , " You're really not going upstairs with Yolanda ? " Teresa got up , keeping her tone steady . " Right now , what we have to deal with comes first .

" Charles pushed back , voice tightening , " So what , our daughter's feelings just don't matter to you ? " Teresa felt her patience snap . " Seriously , Charles ? You're picking a fight with me this early in the morning ? " Charles raised his voice , not budging an inch . " It's not like Yolanda's asking for the world - she just wants you to see her clay dolls upstairs . Can't you even do that for her ? " He added , " Just go upstairs with Yolanda and take a look at her clay dolls . Once you've done that , we'll get to what we need to do right after .

" Yolanda chimed in , her voice soft and pleading , " Mom , just for a minute , please ? " Teresa , resigned , finally said , " Okay . " As soon as Teresa agreed , Yolanda's tiny hand curled around hers , and the two of them headed upstairs together . Charles didn't follow . He just watched them go , his heart caught in a whirlwind of emotions . Charles wondered to himself , ' If Teresa and I really get divorced , how am I supposed to tell Yolanda about it ? How do I even begin to explain why our family's falling apart ?

' Upstairs , Yolanda led Teresa to see the clay figures she'd made - they were her little family of three . Taking a closer look , Teresa realized the mom doll didn't resemble her at all . She herself had shoulder - length hair , but the doll's hair reached all the way down past its waist . But Teresa didn't get hung up on those little things . Yolanda was just a kid , and to make something like this was pretty impressive . Teresa looked at the figures and praised her , " Yolanda , you did an amazing job ! These dolls are so beautiful . " Yolanda managed a smile and said , " Thanks , Mom .

" Seeing her daughter so lively and cute , Teresa's heart filled with warmth . But with the thought that she and Charles were heading out to get divorced today , Teresa couldn't help feeling guilty toward Yolanda . Once the divorce was done , she wouldn't have custody of Yolanda anymore . But looking at her girl now , Teresa suddenly just couldn't bear to part with her . But even though Teresa hated to let go , she had no choice . There was simply no point in dragging this marriage out any longer . After admiring the clay dolls , Teresa pulled Yolanda into a gentle hug .

Her voice was low and shaky as she whispered in her daughter's ear , " Yolanda , promise Mom you'll always be this sweet , alright ? " Yolanda bobbed her head , her voice soft . " Okay . " Teresa let her go with care , then tidied a stray lock of hair from Yolanda's cheek . She smiled and said , " You need to listen to Dad , work hard in school , and get along with your friends at kindergarten . No yelling , no hitting , and never ever bullying other kids can you do that ? " Yolanda felt like Mom was nagging again , but she still gave a quiet nod . " Okay .

" Teresa sat down on the edge of the bed , grabbed the hairbrush off the nightstand , and smiled at Yolanda . " Come here , let Mom give you some cute little braids , okay ? " Yolanda paused , clearly unsure , but finally nodded and answered softly , " Okay " Seeing her daughter agree , Teresa's eyes filled with tears again . She gently loosened Yolanda's ponytail and , with careful fingers , braided her hair into several neat little braids , finishing it off with some adorable clips .

As Teresa admired her handiwork , she couldn't help but smile - the sweetness filling her heart made everything else fade away . It had been ages since Teresa last braided Yolanda's hair like this . Yolanda stood in front of her mom , feeling the warmth of Teresa's fingers moving through her hair , and paused for a second . In that instant , it suddenly brought back memories - how Mom used to love her so much , dressing her up every day and taking her out to play . Thinking about those times , Yolanda's breath hitched , and she stifled a sob .

Teresa's voice was full of concern as she quickly asked , " What's wrong ? Are you catching a cold ? " Yolanda quickly wiped away her tears , turned to Teresa and grabbed her hand . " Mom , let's head downstairs . Dad's waiting for you - don't keep him waiting any longer . You and Dad still have important stuff to deal with . " Thinking about why she'd really come home , Teresa gritted her teeth and finally replied , " Okay . " With that , the two of them walked out of the room together . As they headed downstairs , Teresa said , " Yolanda , you go first ." Yolanda stubbornly shook her head .

" No , Mom , you go first . " Teresa smiled , feeling a surge of warmth inside . ' Wow , Yolanda's really matured , she thought . Teresa went first and led the way downstairs . Downstairs , Charles was still sitting on the couch . After stepping down two stairs , Teresa felt a little hand push her from behind . She lost her balance , her weight thrown forward , and she tumbled headlong down the steps . After the fall , everything started to blur - her consciousness growing hazy . Finally , everything went completely dark as she lost consciousness .

Just before she lost consciousness , Teresa faintly heard Yolanda's anxious voice calling out , " Mom , what happened ? Why did you fall Yolanda's voice trembled with worry . " Mom , are you alright ? "