About two months later, the old Mrs. Quinn, who had recovered and been discharged from the hospital, unexpectedly told me that my son missed me and asked if I had time to visit him.
I rode my newly purchased Harley, wearing a cool leather jacket.
That day, at the school gates, no single mom could compare to me.
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So, I took my son to taste the fast food he had always wanted to try but the Quinn family had never allowed him to eat.
After we finished eating, he excitedly asked if I could pick him up again next week.
I smiled as I helped him put on his safety helmet, then took him back to the old mansion.
Thad originally planned to leave, but the old Mrs. Quinn and Mrs. White stopped me. Their eyes were full of complex emotions as they invited me in for a cup of tea.
My son also tugged at my hand, begging me to go upstairs and play with him for a while.
Curious about his room that I hadn’t seen in so long, I followed him up.
At the door of the study on the third floor, I saw Milo Quinn in casual clothes, having a video conference.
I stood there, frozen, until my son gently tugged at my sleeve. I snapped back to reality and followed him into the room.
Although a bit distracted, I tried my best to play with my son.
Checking the time, I told him: “Mom has to go home now. If I’m free next week, I come play with you again.”
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blinked his bright eyes and asked seriously: “Mom, can I come to your home? With Dad too.”
I didn’t know if the Quinn family had coached him to say this, but I could clearly!
y feel the longing in his heart.
“If there’s a chance, of course you can. But this time it’s just the two of us, without Dad, okay?”
I didn’t want to give him false hope or disappointment.
Walking out of the room, Milo Quinn was already waiting there: “Are you hungry?”
Although I had just eaten, seeing the concern in his eyes, I chose not to refuse: “A little bit. Are you going to cook?”
“Alright, I’ll make something for you!
We went down to the kitchen–dining area on the first floor of the old mansion, which was empty.
Milo Quinn asked what I wanted to eat, and I casually replied “anything is fine.” He took out a clean white ceramic pot and started to make
some soup.
In fact, Milo Quinn’s cooking skills far surpassed mine.
Thinking back to our days abroad, he would always stop by the Asian supermarket after work to pick out discounted ingredients.
Soup wasn’t a common dish, but whenever I felt unwell, he would always make a bowl for me.
I didn’t disturb Milo Quinn, and he didn’t make small talk either, just focusing on cooking the soup.
At that moment, it was as if we had returned to the past, and nothing had changed.
However, this time the cooking took a long time.
Perhaps because the heat was too high, or maybe because it had been cooking for too long, a burnt smell gradually
Milo Quinn seemed unaware of this. Finally, he lifted the pot, not even turning off the stove, and brought it directly to me
a large bowl.
Although I could clearly smell the burnt odor, I didn’t mention it. I just silently began to enjoy this possibly last taste of his cooking.
“How does it taste?” Milo Quinn eagerly looked at me.
I nodded slightly, but he didn’t seem to believe me. He picked up a spoon and secretly took a sip from my bowl.
“This… it’s too bitter” He frowned, looking surprised.
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Without any seasoning and with a burnt bottom, the soup was practically inedible.
“How did this happen?” he muttered, his voice full of confusion. “Im sure I added sugar”
He looked at me, his eyes full of apology. “This soup is no good. Don’t drink it. I’ll make you something else.”
