Chapter 4
Harvey was sitting by the window. Hearing us, he instinctively looked over, his pupils contracting in surprise.
“What are you doing here?”
The unexpectedness in his tone made me stop in my tracks, a sinking feeling rising in my chest..
My son had been in elementary school for half a year, yet Harvey didn’t even know which class he
was in.
My son didn’t catch what he said and excitedly ran over to him.
“Dad, you-”
Harvey frowned.
“What did you just call me?”
The expression on my son’s face froze for a moment before he quickly corrected himself, a skill he had mastered long ago:
“Uncle, you’re sitting in the wrong spot. My seat is in the front.”
He looked at Harvey, his eyes brimming with happiness.
This was the first time Harvey had attended his parent–teacher meeting, the first time he had kept a promise.
But that joy didn’t last long.
The next second, Harvey avoided his gaze and said, “I’m not in the wrong spot. This is my seat.”
My son froze for a moment, about to say something when a figure shoved him aside.
“Get away! He’s my Daddy!”
Driven by a mother’s instinct, I immediately pulled my son into my arms to protect him.
Harvey instinctively stood up as well, but when his gaze met Vivian’s surprised expression, he froze.
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withdrew his hand, shielding the boy behind him instead, and stiffly said, “Sunny didn’t mean it. Papologize on his behalf.”
Both my son and I were stunned.
That kind of protection, that kind of care–my son had never experienced it.
“Who is he?”
I stood up and softly asked.
Harvey hesitated for a moment, a flicker of guilt crossing his eyes as he met my gaze.
friend’s child.” he said.
“Really?”
I murmured, but I already knew the truth.
This was the same boy from Vivian’s photo–the child Harvey was willing to spend time with.
Sure enough, the next moment, Vivian walked in with a bottle of water. She looked surprised to see
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“Assistant Hope? You’re here for the parent–teacher meeting too?”
“Why don’t I see the child’s father?”
Hearing that, I instinctively turned to look at Harvey, only to see his evasive expression.
It became clear to me–he was afraid I would expose him.
In a daze, I felt like I was transported back to the day Vivian returned to the country.
That day, the man who had always been cold and distant got drunk for the first time.
And for the first time, when he heard our son call him “Dad,” he smiled.
My son and I thought we had finally found happiness.
But in the next moment, the name Harvey murmured wasn’t mine–it was Vivian’s.
That was when I realized he had mistaken me for someone else.
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My grip on my son’s hand tightened unconsciously. Just as I was about to speak, my son spoke up
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“My dad isn’t in the country. He’s very busy, and I don’t want to bother him.”
Those words left both Harvey and Vivian visibly stunned.
I looked down in disbelief, only to see my son’s slightly reddened eyes.
He looked up at Harvey, forcing a smile that was far too mature for his age.
“Uncle Harvey, my mom and I will head out now.”
that moment, all the sorrow and bitterness welled up in my chest.
Just as I turned to leave, Harvey suddenly grabbed my arm.
“What did Lucky just say?”
Harvey stared at my son in shock, as if trying to confirm what he had just heard.
Was it because the child he once couldn’t get rid of had now learned to keep his distance?
I tugged at the corners of my lips, finding the situation painfully ironic.
“He didn’t say anything, Mr. Landon. The parent–teacher meeting is about to start.”
Shaking off his hand, I led my son to the front and took a seat,
Even as I sat down, I could still feel the piercing gaze from behind me.
But no matter how intense it was, it couldn’t warm a frozen heart.
The parent–teacher meeting began as scheduled.
Holding my son close, I found myself, for the first time, hoping the teacher’s voice would be stern.
enough.
To drown out the cheerful voices of the “happy little family” behind us.
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