Chapter 8
A week later, I picked up Daisy from school.
We had dinner out and strolled home slowly.
As we exited the elevator,
“Mom,” Daisy gently squeezed my palm.
I felt her small gesture and noticed George at the door. He quickly looked up, meeting my
gaze.
“Mommy,” George called out to me with a hopeful glint in his eyes.
I didn’t respond.
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He ran up to us, his gaze earnest, calling out again,
“Mom, it’s me, Geordie.”
I held Daisy’s hand with one hand and carried her little backpack with the other, calmly shaking my head.
“I’m not your mom.”
George stubbornly blocked the doorway,
“Mom, are you mad at me? I’ll be good from now on, I won’t fight with others anymore. Don’t ignore me.
“It’s their fault, they said you don’t want me anymore, said I’m a kid with no mom, that’s why I hit them.”
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I looked at his tear–red eyes and actually found myself unable to take his side for the first time.
“They didn’t lie. I really don’t want you anymore. Didn’t you forget? You only
acknowledge Olivia as your mom, and I’m just a stranger, unrelated to you.”
George’s face went pale, his gaze suddenly fixating on Daisy, a fierce look replacing his previous sadness.
“She stole Mom away!”
He burst with frightening energy, forcefully prying my hand open and shoving Daisy to the ground.
Then he climbed on top of her, raising his fists
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and shouting,
“That’s my mom, mine! You unwanted little brat!
“I’m going to kill you, I’m going to kill you!”
Smack-
George froze, his hand suspended in mid–air, staring at me in shock.
One side of his face quickly turned red and swollen, looking both absurd and pitiful.
I tenderly picked up Daisy, checking her for injuries.
“Mom, I’m fine. Does your hand hurt?”
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“It doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. Let’s go home.”
As I carried Daisy and fumbled for the keys to open the door,
“I hurt, Geordie hurts, Mom.”
George, sprawled on the floor, looked up with a tearful voice.
“Mom, I’m your real child. Why did you hit me for this little girl?”
I recalled something.
On my birthday, Alexander had volunteered to take George to kindergarten, but it was a ruse.
The kindergarten teacher had already hinted at the absence.
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At that time, I was happier than anyone when the father and son prepared a surprise for my birthday.
But neither remembered it was my birthday.
They spent the day at the water park with Olivia.
In the evening, when we got home, George was still covering for his dad, not mentioning a word about the date with Olivia.
That day, I broke down and asked him why he would side with an outsider, conspiring with his dad to deceive me?
‘Aunty Olivia is not an outsider, I like her the most! With her, I get whatever I want, unlike
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you who only tells me what I can’t do, it’s so annoying!”
George retorted with a sense of justification.
It was at that moment I realized that the discipline I imposed on him was not perceived as love.
Now, I’ve let go, not wanting to interfere
anymore.
Yet, he eagerly seeks me out.
“Daisy is not an outsider, she is my child, my only child.”
The door closed again in his face.
No matter how he knocked or called out, I
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didn’t open it.
“Mom, will you go home with him?” Daisy tugged at my sleeve, asking anxiously.
I shook my head, “Does Daisy want me to leave?”
Daisy waved her little fist, pouting:
“Of course not, I want to stay with Mommy, they are the bad guys, always bullying Mommy.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I poked her cheek.
Then, I called Alexander’s secretary to come and take George away.
To think that George, just a child, could find me on his own without adult guidance, I didn’t buy
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- it.
Without me in the way, Alexander and Olivia should be doing just fine, no need to come here looking for trouble.
“Josephine, Geordie has been missing you lately, let him stay with you for a while.” Alexander called me personally to discuss.
“Inconvenient, and I don’t want to see him again.” I coldly refused.
“Are you really that heartless? He’s your son.”
