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Not wanting to waste another second, she eagerly stood up,
grabbing her bag as she made ready to leave..
Clarissa hurried after her.
“Maddie, where are you going?”
“I have to get back and pack. Mom, I’ll visit again when I have
time.”
With that, she rushed out the door.
Her words struck Clarissa like a physical blow.
“I knew it…” she whispered, her eyes welling up with tears.
All the joy from their reunion vanished, replaced by a
suffocating wave of disappointment.
Roderick had been right. It was all an act, and now Madeleine
was running off to Edward.
Covering her mouth, she wept silently. When Harold came over,
his face a mask of helpless confusion, she said in a sobbing
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voice, “Harold, from now on, let’s just forget we ever had a
daughter.”
***
Back at the villa, Madeleine went straight to the bedroom and
began packing.
Although she had no memory of the past few years, she found
everything with an uncanny ease, as if she instinctively knew
where each item belonged.
How strange. Was this the so–called muscle memory?
The wardrobe was filled with beautiful clothes. Paralyzed by
choice, she couldn’t decide what to bring, so she simply stuffed
the suitcase until it was full.
She was sitting on it, struggling with the zipper, when she heard
the door creak open cautiously.
She turned to find Kevin standing in the doorway. As their eyes
met, he flinched and withdrew his hand, his face filled with fear.
“Kev!” she smiled.
The endearment slipped out before she could think, her voice
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sweet and syrupy.
He was utterly adorable.
Sure enough, he was her son–check out those big eyes, the high bridge of his nose, and those full lips. She could barely suppress the urge to cover him with kisses!
But her tone only seemed to frighten him further. He shrank back, his eyes widening.
“What’s wrong, Kev? Come over.”
She crouched down and beckoned to him.
Kevin nervously twisted his fingers behind his back, trying to gauge her sincerity.
Didn’t she hate it the most when he came near her?
Finally, under her expectant gaze, he ventured into the room and approached her.
But the sight of the overstuffed suitcase made his little world
crumble.
Tears welled up in his eyes and began to stream down his
cheeks.
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The sight shattered Madeleine’s heart. She frantically wiped his
tears.
“Kev, sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Mommy… Are you leaving for good?”
She was bewildered.
“What? Who told you that?”
Sobbing, he pointed at the suitcase on the floor.
“You’re leaving.”
Only then did she realize his misunderstanding. “I’m not leaving
you,” she explained quickly. “I just have to go away for a little
while to take care of something.”
After a pause, she asked, “Kev, do you want to come with me?”
Immediately, Kevin stopped sobbing.
“Come with you?”
“That’s right. But I’m not sure if there are any tickets left. Let me
check… Oh, and do you have a passport, Kev?”
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Still processing the sudden turn of events, Kevin nodded
instinctively. Then he dashed to his room and returned with all
his travel documents.
He had developed excellent habits from a young age, always
keeping his belongings organized and secure.
“Wow, you’re in luck, Kev! There’s one last ticket on the flight
tonight. But it’s in economy class.”
She stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Tell you what, I’ll swap my
first–class ticket with the person sitting next to you. We’ll tough
out a few hours in economy together. Is that OK with you?”
Kevin nodded vigorously, his excitement barely contained.
Was all of this real?
Madeleine was not only taking him out but was also willing to
sit with him?
In the past, she had always hated having him nearby, showing a
face of disgust every time.
“Mommy…”
Being just a child, he couldn’t hold back what was weighing on
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his mind. “You don’t like me, do you?” he asked.
“What?” Madeleine put down her phone, crouched down, and
gently wiped his tears with a tissue. “Why would you ever think that?”
“You said … you didn’t like Daddy. And I’m the baby you had with the man you don’t like. So … you must not like me either.”
“That’s not true at all!” Madeleine immediately denied, frowning.
“Kev, you’re adorable. There’s no way I couldn’t like you.”
Blinking, Kevin asked tentatively, “So, Mommy, does that
mean you like Daddy?”
“I…”
…
Madeleine was taken aback. She had almost walked right into
his little logical trap.
She let out an awkward, dry laugh. “Kev, sweetie, those are two
completely different things.”
Kevin’s shoulders slumped.
He sighed inwardly. This, at least, hadn’t changed–she still
didn’t like Roderick.
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