As soon as the location tracking app was installed, Jordan knocked on the bedroom door.
Knock, knock, knock.
"What?" I yelled towards the door in an exasperated tone.
"It's time to send Wynn home. Aaron is anxious about him being with us for too long." Jordan didn' t get angry even though I yelled at him rudely. Rather, he sounded indifferent.
On the surface, I was still at odds with Aaron, so it justified his behavior.
Perhaps Aaron also knew that I specifically asked for Wynn so that I could pass some information over, hence he made an excuse to get Wynn home.
I pondered and said while facing the door, "I see. I'll get him dressed. You can wait downstairs."
Soon, I heard his footsteps outside the door gradually fade away. After a moment, it was silent.
While dressing Wynn, I cautiously used a voice that only the two of us could hear and said, "Baby, if you manage to contact Dad, tell him to try his best to mess up the situation, understand?"
Wynn looked at me with his two grape-like eyes. He didn't seem to comprehend, but he keenly agreed, "Okay, Mommy. Trust me. I won't let you down."
Perhaps spending time together with my son gave me a sense of security. Seeing Wynn being such an obedient child made me think that all the agony I went through wasn't such a big deal anymore.
Pushing away my heavy heart, I hugged Wynn then went downstairs, holding his hand.
Jordan had been waiting for a long time, but he still appeared to be very patient. He raised his hand and motioned for Wynn to come to his side, "I'll take you home."
Wynn raised his head to look at me, then looked at Jordan and walked straight to the door, ignoring Jordan's outstretched hand.
Jordan's hand hung awkwardly mid-air. He stood in a daze for a while before he retracted his hand silently.
Actually, children were smart and observant. Even if they were unclear about the reason why they knew very well who to befriend and who to avoid.
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