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He said to me.
“Did you grow up in a place like this when you were a child? No wonder Grandma always looked down on you.”
The cheesecake that Sophie’s daughter fed me brought back my memories.
I saw you eating the cake, Sophie said.
‘Taking advantage of someone’s vulnerability and being persuasive, this time you had to agree to go watch Haylee’s competition.”
I grabbed Haylee’s shoulder and smiled, saying.
“Don’t worry, Maliyah will definitely attend.”
A month later on Friday.
I bumped into Brock at the school playground unexpectedly.
Ivy stood beside Brock.
The woman linked her arm with his and greeted me proactively. “Maliyah, long time no see. Jamie
didn’t mention that you would come.”
Jamie was the captain of the school sprinting club. There was a race scheduled for today.
However, I did not come for him today.
Seeing that I ignored Ivy, I walked straight toward the stands. Brock, realizing later, let go of Ivy’s
hand and hurriedly followed me, sarcastically saying, ”
“Maliyah, didn’t you say you were going to cut ties with your son? Why are you embarrassing yourself by showing up here now?”
I didn’t bother talking to Brock and simply said, “Please don’t stand with me, I don’t want to be
misunderstood by others.”
“What’s the misunderstanding?”
“We were still a couple, misunderstanding.”
Upon hearing the words, Brock first paused in surprise, and then his face gradually turned pale.
“Maliyah, I advised you to take what’s good and stop there.”
I didn’t understand what the man meant by his words. At that moment, I was too focused on Haylee waving excitedly on the runway.
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Jamie was standing five meters away from Haylee, and I knew he saw me.
The boy obviously thought that I was waving at him, otherwise he wouldn’t have shown such obvious disgust and disdain on his face.
The gun went off, and both the men’s and women’s groups started running at the same time.
Haylee was unexpectedly fast.
And Jamie, who has always been outstanding, for some reason, ran halfway and unexpectedly fell down.
As soon as the competition ended, Brock and I both spontaneously ran toward the track.
Brock quickly took a few steps ahead of me and arrived by Jamie’s side in no time. He solemnly inquired about our son’s injuries from the school doctor.
The school doctor was about to speak, but Brock made a gesture to wait for a moment.
The man turned to the side and looked at me, who was standing not far
who was standing not far away, with a displeased expression on his face as I was texting with my head down.
“Maliyah, what were you doing there dawdling? Couldn’t you see that our son got hurt?”
Brock’s reprimanding voice attracted the attention of the surrounding teachers and students.
I put down my phone and looked at Jamie, whose lips were pale, expressionless.
The boy’s knees were tattered, swollen, and covered in bloodstains.
The left ankle joint was twisted at an abnormal angle.
Jamie instinctively reached out to me in pain, looking at me with helpless eyes. I found it a bit amusing.
What does this have to do with me?
Just as Jamie wrote in his composition book last year, he had grown up.
I, as a mediocre and useless housewife who couldn’t even play a complete piano piece, but only knew how to cook and do laundry at home, no longer needed to worry about him unnecessarily.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, I bypassed Jamie and went directly to the women’s track, beaming with a smile, and embraced Haylee excitedly.
“Haylee, you were really amazing. Congratulations on winning the silver medal.‘
Let’s go, baby. Your mom’s car is right outside the school gate. She said she would take us to have the seafood feast you’ve been longing for.
Iwalked out of the school gate feeling relaxed and happy, and just as I got in the car, Brock’s phone
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Lang.
I didn’t intend to answer.
He just sent a message, “Discussing divorce matters.”
So when we arrived at the dining place, I asked Sophie to take our daughter inside first, and I would
come later.
Two months later, I made my first phone call to Brock.
The phone rang for only half a second, and then a man’s voice came from the other end, sounding
somewhat frustrated.
“Maliyah, where were you
now?”
“Wherever I was, you could tell me when exactly you had time to go to City Hall.”
Brock remained silent for a moment, deliberately slowing down his tone.
“You come to the hospital first. Jamie is injured badly and may not be able to compete anymore in the future. In short, the doctor has something to discuss with us.”
“Oh, if we couldn’t have the competition, then we couldn’t have it. You don’t need to tell me about such a trivial matter.”
Brock couldn’t believe it, he said.
“Maliyah, how could you
y such things? Are you still Jamie’s mother?”
I lay my head on the soft pillow in the back seat of the car, calm as a river.
“Brock, it was you who called Jamie into the study; it was you who asked him to tell me in person that after the divorce, he didn’t want to live with me, an outsider.”
Why do you act as if I were the one who abandoned him when things have come to this?
“Don’t you think you and your father are very contradictory and ridiculous?”
The phone on the other end fell into a long silence once again.
I had waited so long that I thought the man was deliberately ignoring me when Brock spoke again.
