appreciative.
After all, this was what she had been looking forward to the most, being like an ordinary family, having three meals a day, and putting the children to bed together at night.
Arabella felt a sharp discomfort in her heart.
The treatment she had once dreamed of, she now only had complex emotions left.
“Goodbye, there is nothing at home that you could use.”
A few days ago, Arabella could never have imagined that she would one day refuse Zackary.
She still felt heartache, still felt hurt.
But I wouldn’t let myself fall step by step.
There was a hidden meaning. “Not anymore.”
“Is it because I didn’t go to the birthday party today?
“Did you teach Daisy to say that her father died? What was your purpose?”
Her polite refusal was met with three aggressive follow–up questions from him.
Arabella curved her lips and lifted her gaze, silently staring at the person who had wasted fifteen years of her life.
He seemed to have changed yet seemed unchanged.
Lused to like him for his carefree and unrestrained nature, but as time went by, this carefreeness became more mature and reserved.
Just Arabella, no longer lingered with him.
She calmly asked back, “Did Daisy say something wrong?
“What difference does it make to you, to her, to this home, and to the dead?”
Arabella’s mouth didn’t stop, unlike the words she could say.
Zackary frowned, unable to believe that she would defy him like this.
“Since you had so many complaints, why didn’t you get a divorce?”
“Okay, leave then.“\/
Chapter 6
The argument at the door came to an abrupt halt.
Zackary’s eyes were filled with astonishment and disbelief.
A tains sob intermpted the suffocating
silence.
Daisy stood behind the door, holding her doll, afraid to cry too loudly, but stammered, “I don’t want my parents to get divorced.”
This time, Zackary did not correct her name..
He warned Arabella with a glare and pushed her to enter the door.
I looked around but couldn’t find any indoor slippers, so I gave up and took out the doll from the paper bag
“Look, here is your birthday present.”
Daisy stopped crying and secretly looked up at Arabella.
Zackary noticed and immediately picked her up, comforting her, “This is a gift from Daddy, you don’t need to worry about what others think.”
Hearing him call himself dad, Arabella couldn’t help but look up.
After waiting for six years, this day finally arrived.
however, was not as excited as she had imagined.
Perhaps those thousands of days and nights had already consumed enough of her energy.
“Can I call you dad?”
was possible.”
“Will you stay today to tell me a story?
Finally, Zackary walked into the living room barefoot,
