Does he think he can just threaten me? Does he really think that I’d be scared?

“Fine, if you’re so adamant about waiting, then go ahead!” growled Natalie before she turned the intercom off and returned to the dining table.

She was a little exasperated when she saw how both her kids were staring at her and not eating properly. She pulled up a chair and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Mommy, is that Daddy?” asked Sharon while blinking innocently.

Connor never said a word, but his expression showed that he wanted to ask the same question.

 

Natalie had no intentions to hide anything from the kids. As such, she stroked Sharon’s head and replied calmly with a smile, “You shouldn’t call him Daddy anymore. Adress him as Mr. Shane from now on.”

Even though Shane had already learned the truth and knew that Natalie’s mom was not the driver who killed his parents, she still wanted a divorce from him.

Sharon seemed reluctant to change how she addressed Shane, but her mom seemed persistent, so she murmured an affirmative reply.

“Mommy, what is Mr. Shane doing here?” asked Connor. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask,” lied Natalie while shifting her gaze away.

 

Connor saw through the lie, but he didn’t point it out. He nodded and replied, “I see. Okay.”

 

“Mommy, aren’t you going to let Mr. Shane in?” asked Sharon again as she sipped some soup from her spoon.

just leave things be. You

 

before she stopped asking

dinner went

Shane, he remained

he understood that standing there was

far as he was concerned, whether she opened the door was irrelevant

so he would show

leaned against the door and started smoking. He finished one cigarette after another. Before long, cigarette butts

his cell

and fished his cell phone

His voice was a little coarse because he had been smoking

a final check-up? Why aren’t you here yet?” asked Jackson from the other side of the

his temple and replied, “I

wasn’t lying about

then?” asked Jackson while checking

door was tightly closed.

asked

up and rested his head against the wall. He was staring at the ceiling as regret filled his eyes. “I need to apologize

happened? Did

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