I suddenly felt immensely suffocated and got up, saying, "I need to go to the washroom."
He did not cherish her when she was still alive and waited until she was gone to regret and miss her.
Too little too late!
When I walked out of the toilet and washed my hands, I sensed someone behind me. I looked up in the mirror to see Nadia standing there.
She looked somewhat sullen. "Did you show up in front of Mason with the kid so he'll take him back?"
I cast my eyes down. "He's my son."
Nadia said coldly, "If you don't want Mason to take him back, then stop showing up in front of him. What you're doing will only affect our lives."
"Affect your lives?" I was amused.
Nadia snorted. "Am I wrong to say that?"
I pulled out two pieces of paper from the toilet-roll holder and wiped my hands with them. I said as I wiped, "I'm the last person who wants him to meet Munchkin. Why don't you go back and ask him who was the one who suggested having this meal today? It’s not too late for you to say this to me once you've
asked him.” "Must you let him see you just because he wants to?"
Nadia's face flushed red. "I'm carrying his child now. When we go to South Vasetine, we can then live together as a happy family. You're a mother yourself, s o can you please understand the pain I'm going through? Don't let that child appear in Mason’s and m y lives ever again."
I looked at her and sympathized with her. A child was actually able to make her this anxious. I could not help but sneer.
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