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Micah Yip and I both had the weekend off, so we took Joey to the amusement park. 

I didn’t expect to see him at the amusement park. 

Seeing me, Felicity Gresham’s eyes lit up, and she snapped impatiently at someone behind 

“Stop following me! Mom will get angry if she sees you, and then she won’t pay attention to 

Lydia Hunt didn’t care. “Brothers don’t hold grudges overnight, so why be so angry? I can’t imitate your mom’s pathetic little woman act, but men sure eat that crap up.” 

Felicity Gresham shoved her hard. 

“Don’t you 

dare talk about my mom like that! I finally understand, everyone is different. My mom isn’t some manipulative bitch, she’s just gentle.” 

“And I also know, what you’re doing is called stirring up trouble!” 

Lydia Hunt was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to believe the child who’d always 

idolized her would talk back like that. 

.“How can you say that? I’m technically still your mother.” 

Felicity Gresham wasn’t having it. “Dad’s already divorced you. You’ve got nothing to do with him now, and you’re not my mother.” 

Lydia Hunt frowned at the mention of that. 

“Where’s your father been lately? He won’t answer his phone or come home.” 

Felicity Gresham’s eyes blazed with resentment. “It’s all your fault Mom left us. He hates you 

and will never see you again!” 

Lydia Hunt didn’t believe it. “How could he possibly get angry at me over some woman? We practically grew up joined at the hip.” 

She made call after call, but no one answered. 

The second the message went through, a red exclamation point popped up. 

Lydia Hunt was incredulous. “He actually blocked me!” 

Felicity Gresham abandoned her there, produced a bouquet of flowers from God knows where, and struggled to walk towards me, clutching them. 

By the time she reached me, her face was covered in a horrifying rash, and she was 

breathing heavily. 

“Mom, I got these flowers for you.” 

She held the bouquet high. 

“Mom, I’m sorry. I was awful before. I’ll get you flowers from now on, and I won’t be mean you anymore. Can you forgive me?” 

Her face was streaked with tears, and when I didn’t answer, she cried even harder. 

“Mom, can you come back and be my mom? I’m scared to sleep alone, and nobody makes 

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my lunch anymore.” 

I didn’t answer, just glanced at Lydia Hunt’s resentful glare in the distance, and gave her a 

subtle reminder. 

“You can just let Lydia Hunt be your mother. You like her best anyway, don’t you?” 

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Felicity Gresham denied it, sobbing, “No! I don’t want her. You’re my mother!” 

Her breathing grew more and more rapid. Finally, I stepped forward and took the flowers 

from her. 

Felicity Gresham’s eyes lit up. 

The next second, I tossed the bouquet into the trash. 

“I’m not your mother anymore. Never will be. Since you know people have to pay the price for 

their actions, you should understand I’ll never come back to you.” 

Her 

gaze dimmed little by little, eventually turning a desolate gray. 

I called for an amusement park employee. 

“Here’s her father’s contact information. She’s having an allergic reaction; just send her to the 

hospital.” 

She disappeared from my sight, just as the traces she left in my life gradually faded away. 

I looked away and picked up Joey. 

“Let’s go play the next game.” 

The Yip family’s business gradually shifted overseas, and Micah Yip and I decided to take Joey and settle abroad. 

It was a long time before we heard from them again. 

“I heard Lydia Hunt was racing on a mountain road and lost control, plunging off a cliff. They 

managed to rescue her, but she’s basically a vegetable now.” 

“The Hunt Family’s disowned her, and even Sebastian Gresham, who used to be her best 

friend, won’t lift a finger to help. I heard Sebastian Gresham won’t even visit her. Eventually, some 

of her other loser friends took pity and chipped in to keep her alive.” 

Micah Yip’s friends are somewhat connected to Sebastian Gresham, so they couldn’t resist 

gossiping about it during a business trip. 

“But Sebastian Gresham’s a mess himself. Who knows what set him off, but all he does is 

drink himself into oblivion. He was just diagnosed with stomach cancer, and he still won’t quit. 

Does he really want to abandon his daughter?” 

As he spoke, he sighed deeply. 

“But that’s all other people’s business, nothing to do with us. Let’s not mention them and ruin 

the mood.” 

I smiled and poured him some wine. 

“Yeah, other people’s business.” 

The first snow fell outside the window, and the steam from the hot pot curled upwards, 

forming a white mist on the glass, blurring the view. 

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Only the cozy warmth inside is the happiness we can hold onto now. 

The End