Chapter 6
“I, Maliyah, was not your mother,”
“You, Jamie, were no longer my son.”
“As you once said, your surname is Ojn, and mine is Shen.”
“From now on, we no longer have any relationship.”
After expressing my true thoughts, I stood up and walked straight to the door, leaning against the
threshold, and ordered Jamie to leave.
“Don’t show up again after you leave. We don’t welcome any unrelated idlers.”
After hearing my words, Jamie’s fingertips trembled, and they clenched their fists tightly, standing still and refusing to move.
Seeing this, I quickly returned to the living room, grabbed his collar with one hand, picked up his luggage with the other, and mercilessly dragged him out.
“Mom! Wait, my leg… my leg hurts!” Ignoring the boy’s distressing cries of pain, I
straightforwardly pushed him out of the gate.
When I threw my luggage onto Jamie, Brock emerged from behind the big banyan tree at the door,
wearing a serious expression on his face.
The man’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke.
“Maliyah, Jamie had been having nightmares every day during this period.
“He really missed you. He really needed you. Can’t you let him stay here for a few days?”
Without hesitation, I replied, “No.” At that moment, Jamie noticed Haylee, who was in the direction
of the kitchen and discreetly peeked at us.
The boy, with a resentful tone, pointed at the little girl and asked me in a hoarse voice.
“Why can she, an outsider, stay here, but I can’t?”
“I was clearly your own son…”
I looked down at Jamie with a bored expression.
“What do you think you are, daring to compare yourself to my precious Haylee? Haylee not only can
live here, but she can also stay for as long as she wants.”
As for you, how many times do I have to say it for you to understand?
Jamie, I told you one last time,”
Chapter 6
Įspoke slowly and clearly, enunciating each word.
“I didn’t want you anymore. Since you chose to follow your father, you are no longer my child,
Maliyah.”
Jamie stared at me dumbfoundedly, the boy who had considered tears a great shame since he was seven years old, tears began to uncontrollably swirl in his eyes.
After a long silence, a disappointed Brock, after helping Jamie up, couldn’t help but mutter and ask
- me.
‘Maliyah, why were you so heartless toward the child?”
In response to him, the mansion gate closed with a loud bang
Late that night, there was a heavy rainstorm with strong winds.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, Brock’s car remained parked on the muddy path to the right of the banyan tree. Grandma held a flashlight and opened an oil–paper umbrella, wanting to deliver a warm blanket to Jamie, but I promptly noticed and gently and patiently escorted her back to her
room.
The next morning, Brock, who was usually calm and indifferent, anxiously knocked on the door, asking me to go and check on Jamie.
Brock said that Jamie had a high fever in the middle of the night, vomiting, feeling dizzy, and seriously ill.
My grandmother had severe hearing loss and couldn’t hear the knocking at the door.
And I put earplugs on Haylee, who was still sleeping, and myself, and then I turned over without care and went back to sleep.
After waking up from my nap at noon, I saw that Brock’s car had already left. With a contented face, I hummed a tune and continued to linger in my grandmother’s melon shed with Haylee.
When I was taking the little girl back to school, she carried a lot of fruits that she had picked by herself and happily shared them with her friends in the dormitory.
A group of little girls who rarely left the city chattered like birds just waking up in the early morning. “Is this a blueberry? It’s so big, much sweeter than the ones we buy at the supermarket.”
“That’s right, Maliyah used to be a doctoral student in agricultural science. This kind of Oldsilver blueberry is only grown in her great–grandmother’s house, no one else has it.”
