Chapter 23
As soon as he thought of her. he immediately called.
Felicia was breastfeeding Minerva when Emma reminded her, “Ms. Pruitt, it seems like your son is calling.”
Since Emma noticed Felicia’s situation, she stopped calling her “Mrs. Lucero.”
Felicia wasn’t anyone’s wife. She was herself first, and then the children’s mother.
“It’s fine. I’ll call back later.”
She, who used to prioritize her son in everything, had come to a realization.
He could still live well without her, and she didn’t need to worry so much about him.
Besides, there were already enough people who pampered Ambrose.
Seymour, her mother–in–law, her sister, and her mom–all members of both families doted on Ambrose. So what if she were absent?
But Minerva had only her to care for her since birth.
“Mina, it’s okay Mommy will give you double the love. Mr. Galvan and Mr. Jackson both treat you like their own granddaughter, and they love you very much too.”
Ambrose called Felicia twice, but no one answered.
He cried even harder.
Felicia was so mean, not coming home and letting him be humiliated in front of his friends.
He didn’t want to go to kindergarten anymore!
When he cried his way home, Yvonne had just returned from a beauty. session with the ladies.
“Ah, my dear grandson, what happened? Look, your eyes are all swollen from crying.”
“Grandma, it’s Dad.” Ambrose sobbed. “And Mom too!”
Ambrose directed all his resentment towards Felicia.
If Felicia were home, he definitely wouldn’t have been embarrassed today.
Yvonne’s face darkened. “Ambi, let’s get rid of your mom, okay?”
Felicia had annoyed her several times, and she was fed up with her.
Ambrose was taken aback, tears welling up in his eyes. “Grandma, why?”
Even though Felicia was mean, strict, nagging, and talkative, he had never thought of getting rid of her.
Did that mean he would have to eat bad food, take ugly crafts to school, and no one would gently wake him up for the rest of his life?
“Because your mom-”
Yvonne was cut off as Seymour pushed open the villa’s door.
Ambrose left Yvonne and ran to Seymour, confronting him sharply, “Dad, the house you made is too ugly. I got the last place! Dad, you’re really
disappointing me.”
Seymour frowned, he was not surprised by this outcome.
Seymour really could not explain to Ambrose today because he feared Ambrose would throw a tantrum before going to school, so he simply found a box to hide it.
He could not be late for today’s board meeting and had no time to handle. Ambrose’s unreasonable behavior.
“Ambi. this is my first time trying to make crafts, and this assignment is yours. As your father, I am just here to assist you. You went to bed early yesterday, so you need to accept this result. Do you understand?”
Seymour spoke seriously, but Ambrose was only five years old; he could not understand such complex ideas.
He fell down on the floor and started shouting loudly, “I don’t care! Daddy. I was so embarrassed at kindergarten today. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow!”
Yvonne felt worried for her grandson. “Oh dear, sweetie, don’t cry.”
Seymour felt a bit guilty, but he also thought this craft was not very important
Just then, his phone rang; it was Mabel.
Glancing at Ambrose and then the phone, he paused for a few seconds before deciding to answer it.
Mabel’s voice was hesitant, “Sey, has Ambi come home?”
Seymour looked at the crying boy on the floor and coldly replied. “Yes, he is yelling and crying at home.”
Mabel pressed her lips together, knowing the reason was probably the ugly house she and Seymour had made together.
This was also a challenge for Mabel, and unexpectedly, with Felicia not at home, she seemed to have messed things up, failing to win the favor of Seymour and Ambrose.
“Sey, can you let Ambi take the phone? I will talk to him for a bit.”
“Alright.”
Seymour was also frustrated by his son’s constant crying, and with recent company issues not going well, he felt overwhelmed.
Meanwhile, Felicia hadn’t called or sent a single message, as if she really didn’t plan to return to this home ever.
Ambrose saw the phone Seymour handed over, thinking it was Felicia, and demanded, “Mom, why don’t you call me back?”
Mabel’s face stiffened; her nails dug into her palm. She took a deep breath and adjusted her tone, “Ambi, it’s me, Auntie Mabel. Did you just call
your mom?”
Hearing Mabel’s voice, Ambrose felt disappointed.
Today, it wasn’t just his dad who embarrassed him; Mabel was also to blame, and he hadn’t forgotten that!
“Auntic Mabel, so it’s you.”
Hearing Ambrose’s dejected tone, Mabel pressed her lips together, and her heart tightened.
