Rise of the White Dragon-Chapter 330: She didn't understand that even if she knew, it didn't mean she would be chosen.
Even after a few minutes, Maira's happiness didn't diminish. It was incredible the happiness she felt upon receiving her son's approval. Honestly, she felt very anxious before she spoke. Even though it's a new era, prejudices are no longer what they used to be, but that didn't mean it ended completely, it left her insecure and afraid of her son showing dissatisfaction, or even disgust.
Maira totally believed in her son, but even though she didn't think he would act in a negative way, it was completely different when it came time to talk about it.
Isadora felt even more distressed than Maira. She was always well resolved with her sexuality, but unfortunately when she was 18 years old and told her parents that she liked women... Her father didn't accept it very well, for almost 1 year, he didn't talk to her. Her mother, on the other hand, was more biased, she lived in different times where the concept of two women loving each other was frowned upon. But, she tried her best to try to understand her daughter and understand everything her daughter was going through.
Over the years, almost 2 years later, her mother had completely accepted it. Her father, though not entirely, tried to be understanding, but asked her for more time... Long enough for him to get used to the idea, saying that even if she started dating and wanted to marry another woman, she should keep it a secret.
Isadora doesn't deny it, she was very sad and shaken to hear this, even so, she was understanding. Over the years, she's only dated once. Her relationship with the girl lasted two years, only her mother knew. While the father was left in the dark.
The relationship ended because the girl she was dating started to want to be with men too, even wanting to have children, but even if there was artificial insemination, she didn't seem to have plans for anything like that, it was more like having a child having sex with a man she was attracted to and then have a child.
It was at that moment that Isadora realized that they were no longer compatible, what she wanted was not what her girlfriend wanted. She wasn't bisexual, even though she didn't have an aversion to men, she didn't even go through trauma with any men, she just wasn't attracted to them. It was precise because of this that she decided to finish her doctorate, only after she got a steady job would she think about entering a new relationship.
Luna smiled at her.
Isadora was surprised by his welcoming smile. Soon his smile became a little silly, even a little awkward.
Scratching his face slightly, Luan said to her: "Well... It might be hard for me to start calling your mother, just like I do with my mother, but if I may, can I just call you by name?"
Isadora nodded tightly, she said with a red face: "Yes, yes, I'll be happy if you're not formal with me, and no, it's okay if you don't call me mom, I'm already over the moon with so much happiness to accept love. How I feel about your mother... By the way, can I just call you by name, just like Maira does?"
"Yes sure." Luan nodded with a smile.
Maira put her hand on her chest and said with a smile, "I'm so happy~"
Seeing her like this, Luan couldn't help but smile. He wants from the bottom of his heart for her to be happy, and he doesn't need to be a relationship expert to realize that his mother and Isadora love each other. The look they got when they looked at each other was clearly full of sparkle. It was a passionate, perhaps a little innocent, juvenile look from a recent courtship, but incredibly touching and true.
Even though he had the power to investigate whether Isadora has ulterior motives towards his mother, Luan decided for now not to cross that line. For now, he will just watch. As long as his mother is happy, he will support her with all his strength, just as she has always supported him.
"Mom, about Cristina and Catharina..." Luan spoke softly.
Maira sighed, the happiness didn't go away, but she wasn't smiling anymore: "Well, Catharina kind of already knows, she's a smart girl, she suspects, but she didn't ask, even when she came in the last few times in the company, she asked about Isadora, sometimes I even went to the IT department to talk to Isadora, you could say, she liked Isadora."
"Yes, she is an amazing girl, and she was very kind and considerate to me," Isadora said and remembering Catharina's smile and cunning, she smiled.
"As for Cristina..." Maira paused, then continued: "I still haven't spoken to her."
"I understand." Luan said: "Mom, don't worry too much, she is a smart child and not at all prejudiced, she loves you and I strongly believe that she wants your happiness. Whatever it is, she will be happy if she knows that her mother is now in love~"
"I know." Maya smiled a little.
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What Maira, Isadora, and Luan didn't expect, was that someone with Bat Origin was passing by and heard everything that was said in the office.
Although it wasn't a pious Origin, it was still strong enough to hear behind thick walls. When she heard all this, the woman was dumbfounded and went back to her department and even after sitting down and having a mouthful of water, she couldn't calm down.
"Luana, what happened, you look weird."
Her friend, who stands by the table, asked.
Luana looked at her, and bit her lower lip, she wanted to tell someone, but she was afraid... "I, I..."
Her friend's curiosity only intensified when she saw Luana act like this, "Speak up, I swear that if it's something you shouldn't gossip about, I promise not to tell anyone!" She made an oath sign by crossing her index fingers.
Luana looked at Rafaela and hesitated a bit, but remembering that she has been working with her for at least three years, she created some trust in her, after hesitating, she mumbled everything she heard close to Rafaela's ear.
"Oh my god, is this serious?" Rafaela covered her mouth in amazement. Soon after, a glint of regret crossed her eyes. 'If I knew that Maira liked women...' Her heart ached a little as if she had missed a great chance.
