Soon after, the little boy returned and sat on the small chair beside the hospital bed, swinging his legs and sighing. "Do you have a dad?" the sudden question startled him, and he did not know how to answer. But the little boy didn't wait for an answer and continued speaking: "It must feel good to have a dad, right? If I had one, he would protect my mom and me and not let anyone bully us. But I don't have a dad..." Was this boy trying to confide in him? Matthew sat down in front of the boy, their eyes meeting. He hesitated a bit but asked, "Where is your dad? Why did he abandon you and your mom?" "I don't know," the boy shook his head. "Since I was born, I have never known who he is, and my mom has never told me. My grandma said he was dead, but my mom...every time my sister and I asked about him, she would cry, so I stopped asking. Can you tell me why my dad doesn't need us?" Since he was young, the boy had been very understanding and caring for his younger sister, not whinin
"Why are you free to drink with me today?" he raised his eyebrows and looked at the sophisticated person sitting opposite him. "Didn't you call me? If I don't come, it'll be disrespectful to my brothers. If I do, you'll be grilling me," he said. The other person said nothing, just smiled, and poured him a glass of wine. He drank it all and shook the empty glass, suddenly asking, "Patrick, do you think Selena and I are a good match?" Selena is his fiancée, and to outsiders, the two of them seem perfect for each other. But until now, he still doesn't know if they should be together or not... "Why did you suddenly bring up this issue?" Patrick shook the glass of wine and looked at the person opposite him. "It's not like you." This person was his senior in college, handsome, talented, and came from a good family. He was perfect in every way and couldn't be faulted. His fiancee - Selena, was also a proper young lady, the daughter of a famous chairman. They were highly suitable and
"Matthew, I know someone like Flora will never catch your eye. I completely trust you, but I can't trust others. Besides... people talk like that..." Matthew furrowed his brow, lost in thought. The person in front of him was his fiancée, who, if nothing changed, would become the mother of his children. That is... if nothing changed. "If you're afraid of what others might say, then quit. Last time you said you wanted to have a baby, right? I think it's time." A long-awaited dream had finally come true. Selena beamed with joy and hugged the man in front of her tightly. Outside, Flora quietly left. Those two people were soon to be married and would have this day sooner or later. But for some reason, when she heard Matthew mention having a baby with Selena, a sharp pain pierced through Flora's chest. She buried herself in the pile of messy work and only looked up when it was almost time for lunch. Suddenly remembering the task that Matthew had assigned her this morning, she quickl
"Director Selena, please retract your statement." Selena snorted: "Did I say something wrong? Your bastard children, even you don't know who their father is yet..." "You will be a mother someday and have your children. Then you will know that no mother loves her children and uses them as tools. If there is nothing else, I request to leave. As for the transfer, rest assured, I promised you I won't go back on my word." Selena's face was not pleasant. She watched the back of her secretary and stamped her foot in anger. She glanced briefly at the closed door of the CEO's office. Timing-wise, Patrick had already arrived. Have they met yet? Flora was eagerly anticipating how the head of H&H Group would take revenge on the woman who betrayed him. In the CEO's office, Patrick leaned against the desk, grinning: "Don't tell me the girl just now was your new secretary? Ugly, so ugly." But with a glance, he still felt that Matthew's secretary was familiar as if he had met her somewhere befo
The noodles were heavily seasoned, but he could only taste a long-lost family's sweet and warm flavor, melting his heart. Matthew bowed his head and finished the bowl of noodles without saying another word. Flora sat beside him, also bowing her head, her fingers twisting together. Besides feeling embarrassed, she had a strange feeling creeping up on her for some reason. She was about to tell him not to eat if it was too salty, but seeing him eat so attentively, she couldn't speak. She could only sigh and wait for him to finish before taking the bowl to the sink to wash it. "Let me do it myself." She had already cooked for him and couldn't let him wash the dishes too. "Stop it, a young master, like you probably have never done housework. I'm afraid you'll break my dishes." Flora politely declined his offer. The man she hated didn't get angry. He just leaned back and lightly brushed his lips against her plump lips. His sudden action left her stunned, and her hand slipped, causing
As soon as he saw her, he smiled gently and said: "Come here..." He handed her the stack of papers: "Forget about the advertising shoot, don't let the two children suffer anymore. You organize your son's records, then let the little guy enroll in this school." Flora took the stack of papers from Matthew's hand, and when she saw the school's name printed on them, she couldn't help but widen her eyes and mouth in surprise. It was a prestigious school with very high admission requirements. But most importantly, the tuition was enormous. Flora calculated in her head and realized that she couldn't afford it. "Why not?" she asked. "There's no reason. My two kids are old enough to go to school now. And my son is a genius with a very high IQ. Following his friends would only waste his intelligence." Matthew replied. Flora was too preoccupied with Matthew's words to notice something else. He had referred to her son as "my son." as if he was his child. Before she could object, Laura, the m
Then, she turned to the old lady, shook her head, and spoke firmly: "You're mistaken. She has nothing to do with your Tremblay family. Please leave."The old lady sighed and left, saying: "I'll come back."In a split second before turning around to leave, it seemed like the old lady's figure had aged by decades.Flora pursed her lips, closed the door, and turned back to see her mother slumped in her chair with a pensive expression as if thinking about something.She didn't want to interrupt her mother's train of thought, but she couldn't help asking: "Mom, what she said... Is the man named Edsel Tremblay my father?""Flora..." Her mother took her hand and sat her down, gently stroking her soft hair, and sighed: "Do you blame me for all these years? Do you blame me for not giving you a complete family?"Flora pursed her lips and looked straight into her mother's eyes. In her mother's eyes were loneliness, regret, and heartache, all mixed."Mom, why did you say that?" Flora smiled at he
Matthew traversed the span of thousands of miles to reach Australia, all for the ownership of a flower garden. He was uncertain about the significance of this garden, only aware that it currently resided in another's hands, and that his foster father desired it. Flora strolled alongside him, her eyes darting about, enveloped by an air rich with the subtle aroma of flowers. "What are you daydreaming about? Watch your step…" Matthew’s voice barely finished echoing when the girl at his side stumbled over a rock. With a swift gesture, he reached out to steady her, sighing deeply: "I told you to be careful… Really… even the children aren't this clumsy." Flora’s heart pounded wildly, her face flushing a vibrant red. Unconsciously, she tightened her grip on the sleeve of the man’s shirt. His masculine cologne melded with the surrounding floral fragrances, intoxicating the space around them. Within that mesmerizing aroma, it seemed she could detect a peculiar scent. Their intimate posture