“Daisy was just the child of your housekeeper.”
A few years ago, that sentence, like a brand, was deeply imprinted on her chest, constantly reminding her.
Zackary was cruel and heartless.
Faced with her tearful accusations, Zackary found himself unable to utter a single word of rebuttal.
Every word and sentence that came out of her mouth was a test of his conscience.
“Arabella, I knew I was wrong.”
“People make mistakes sometimes, give me a chance.”
Arabella chuckled, “One chance? Daisy gave you three chances, did it work?”
The child had just finished speaking, and his eyes lit up as he looked towards the entrance, happily waving his hand. “Dad! Mom!TM
“Office, birthday party, and final farewell.”
“Don’t say you didn’t notice, you ar
are more aware than anyone else, you know.”
Knowing but pretending not to know.
There are only two reasons.
One, I didn’t care about her, two, I didn’t care about this relationship.
He didn’t care, so why should she humiliate herself?
Arabella turned her head and communicated with the front desk, and the large screen missing person’s notice was taken down.
Just as Ryan came in holding Daisy.
Oh no, she was so anxious that she forgot to bring the child along.
Side Story: Vivian knew early on that Steve liked her.
“Who was he?
Zackary’s questioning followed closely.
Chapter 13
Two big men confronted each other in the hotel lobby.
There was silence in the air,
Ryan took the lead and introduced himself, “I am a friend of Arabella.”
Holding Daisy tightly in his hands, he declared his sovereignty.
She spoke before Ryan could say anything. “We are about to leave, thank you for your kindness.”
x–husband.”
“It should have been my ex-
Ryan corrected with a smile.
The atmosphere was tense.
Daisy didn’t look at Zackary the whole time and held onto Ryan’s neck tightly, saying, “Uncle, let’s go back to our room.
He turned his head again and casually nodded toward Zackary, saying, “Goodbye, Mr. Jefferson.”
The three words “Mr. Jefferson” deeply pierced him.
Arabella turned around and took a step, but her hand was grabbed.
“Mr. Jefferson, is there anything else?”
One big one small, on the left Mr. Jefferson, on the right Mr. Jefferson.
He seemed like a fleeting passerby in their world.
Optional
Zackary tightened his grip and showed a hint of hurt, “Do we have to be so distant?”
Arabella’s eyes were Indifferent as she said, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“You were called Mr. Jefferson, only to have a three–minute phone call with you every week”
“Now we don’t bother you, you should be happy.”
“Chasing after me, it’s just your unwillingness at play. Go back, sign the letter, it’s good for both of us.”
“I couldn’t continue our marriage anymore.
Maybe it was said to oneself, maybe it broke one’s thoughts.
Arabella cut off all her retreats in one breath.
