Chapter 8
When he excitedly opened the door to the house, the spacious living room was empty. There was no Lucky sitting on the carpet building blocks, and no sign of me in the kitchen preparing dinner.
Harvey walked into the kitchen.
Reaching for a can of soda from the fridge, he noticed the door was covered with stickers of various sizes, something he hadn’t seen before..
Most of them were family portraits.
A pang shot through Harvey’s chest as he realized none of the drawings included a father.
A memory surfaced–Lucky’s first attempt to ask him to be in a drawing.
He had walked up with a sketchpad in his hands, cautiously saying:
“Dad, could you be my model?”
And what had Harvey said back then?
He had kept his face expressionless, his attention glued to Sunny’s messages on his phone, and dismissed him with a curt reply:
“I’m busy. I don’t have time.”
Thinking about it now, a wave of inexplicable frustration and regret surged within Harvey..
It’s fine. Next time Lucky asks, he wouldn’t refuse.
Harvey carefully unpacked the food and arranged it on the table. He even meticulously squeezed ketchup onto a pristine white plate in the shape of a heart.
When everything was ready, he sat at the table, his gaze anxiously fixed on the door.
Based on the timing of Lucky’s preschool dismissal and the route home, I should have arrived with him five minutes ago.
His heart raced as he adjusted the fries on the plate, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation.
And then, he waited.
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give minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes passed…
The door and his phone remained silent, as if frozen in time. Harvey felt as though an invisible hand was tearing at his heart, leaving him tense and uneasy.
Finally, after half an hour, a soft knock sounded at the door.
y rushed to the door with a mix of relief and excitement.
Harvey
“Lucky, guess what surprise Dad prepared for you today-
Before he could finish saying “surprise,” the smile froze on his face.
What are you doing here?”
At the door, Vivian stood nervously, holding Sunny’s hand. Hearing the displeasure in Harvey’s tone, she awkwardly explained:
“Sunny knows he made a big mistake and insisted on apologizing to you in person.”
“I also had some work–related questions I wanted to ask Emily about. After all, she used to-”
Harvey glanced at the mother and son, their faces clearly showing signs of crying. Not wanting to
deal with the curious stares of his neighbors, he reluctantly stepped aside to let them in.
Sunny immediately spotted the KFC laid out on the table. He reached out eagerly, but a sharp look from Vivian made him shrink back, lowering his head as he said in a pitiful voice:
“Mr. Harvey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doodled on your files…”
Looking at Sunny’s pitiful expression, Harvey felt a momentary pang of softness. Lucky often looked at him with those same eyes.
But the thought of his son brought a wave of panic.
It had been so long. Why hadn’t Emily and Lucky come home yet?
Harvey ignored the mother and son in the living room, grabbed his phone, and walked into the kitchen to call me. Once again, my phone was turned off.
fightly pressing his lips together, he hesitated for a moment before calling the office to inquire
about my absence.
Just as he was about to speak, a loud crash came from the living room.
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When Harvey stepped back into the living room, he saw Sunny standing on the remnants of Lucky’s Rego trophy base. Tiny blocks were scattered everywhere, leaving the entire room in disarray.
Vivian let out a sharp scold, startling Sunny into dropping the half–eaten egg tart in his hand onto
floor. Tearfully, he ran to Harvey.
In the
past, whenever he made a mistake and his mother tried to reprimand him, Harvey would shield him like a father. Sunny assumed it would be the same this time.
Vivian, noticing his actions, didn’t stop him. Instead, a glint of satisfaction flickered in her eyes.
But this time, they had both miscalculated.
Barvey took out his phone, snapped a few photos of the mess, and casually sent them to his lawyer.
Then, in a voice as cold as ice, he issued his ultimatum:
“The damages caused today and the subsequent compensation will be handled by my lawyer. Now, please leave my house.”
