Chapter 27 The Bruises on the Child’s Body
I chuckled as I wondered what the good news could be. Ivanna didn’t specify the news due to time constraints, and I didn’t pry. Instead, we agreed to meet tomorrow.
Meanwhile, everyone waited at my in–laws‘ place for me to return for dinner. Surprisingly, Melanie was there.
When Grace saw me, she quickly laid out the dishes, saying, “Dinner’s ready! Chlo, it’s been a while since you last joined us for a meal.”
I smiled while washing my hands and helped with the dishes. The atmosphere was heartwarming with the whole family together. Henry asked Matthew about the project in Operose during the meal, but Matthew brushed it off.
Without much thought, Grace asked Melanie, “What were you doing with your brother?”
Immediately after, I noticed Melanie pausing and glancing at Matthew. He questioned, “You went to Operose too?”
Melanie froze, seemingly off guard, as she hesitated before saying. “Uh…I went there with my friends!”
However, Grace persisted, “Then why did you tell me you were with your brother?”
Melanie became irritated and retorted, “If I told you I was going there with my friends, would you have let
me go? You’re always scrutinizing me.”
I felt a bizarre sensation when I heard their exchange, but I couldn’t pinpoint it. Suddenly, I realized
Melanie might be more important than me to Matthew. After all, I was the outsider in this household.
Whenever I had a meal with my in–laws, they always focused on urging Melanie to get a boyfriend. I typically cared for Ava on the sidelines and did not interfere with their conversations.
After dinner, Melanie tidied up and prepared to leave when Matthew asked, “Where are you going this
late?”
“Why do you care? You’re allowed to have your wife and child, but I can’t go out for some fresh air? I’m off to find a boyfriend, all right?” She grumpily replied, putting on her shoes and heading out.
As she left, Matthew called out after her, “Come home early!”
I glanced at Matthew, inwardly criticizing him. As Melanie’s brother, he made too much of a fuss.
When we went home that night, I noticed two bruises on Ava’s thigh as I bathed her. Since her skin was
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these bruises, I asked, “How’d you get these bruises, Ava?”
Ava shrank back, avoiding my touch. Her big, teary eyes stared at me, but she didn’t speak.
“Can you tell Mommy?” I prompted, and she burst into tears.
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