Chapter 542 Am I a Bad Woman in Your Eyes?
It was already noon the next day when Amanda woke up. She was so exhausted that at one. point,
when the maid came to call her for breakfast, she couldn’t get up.
She even missed sending Aiden to kindergarten.
Last night, Elias had exhausted her for too long, leaving her feeling sore and tired. However, that man
seemed refreshed and went to work as usual.
When she woke up, it wasn’t a natural awakening but rather a phone call that disturbed her.
She reached for her phone and saw that it was Elias calling. She answered the phone somewhat
irritably, “What do you want? Are you calling to console me?”
The man on the other end of the line chuckled indulgently. “Yes, how are you feeling? Just woke up,
huh? I heard you slept in all morning and didn’t even have breakfast.”
“Could I even get up? How dare you ask that question? Don’t you know how unreasonable you were
last night!” Amanda didn’t even have the energy to flip out.
“Okay, okay, it’s all my fault. How abouting over for lunch? I’ll treat you.”
“No need, I don’t feel like going out. I’ll just eat something at home.”
“Alright, suit yourself. If you get sleepy, just eat and go back to sleep.”
Amanda’s lips twitched. “How is that any different from raising a pig? Eating and sleeping, sleeping and
eating.”
“So what? I can afford it, and I’m willing to do it.”
“Elias! You really have a sharp tongue. Well, you’d better go earn money quickly, or you really won’t be
able to afford me. I’m not easy to maintain.”
“Okay, I’ll go make money then. You better get up and have something to eat.”
Despite feeling a bit angry, after hanging up the phone, she couldn’t help but feel a warm and sweet
sensation.
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Her current life was what she had always dreamed of the man she loved and her child were both with
her, and it wasfortable and rxing.
But there was still Symeon, like a ticking time bomb. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Symeon
might surprise Elias at any moment.
Casey arrived at Gxy Bay very early. As soon as she entered, she saw Symeon preparing to leave
with Dulcie, who seemed ready for an outing, with a small backpack on her back.
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“Are you taking her to kindergarten?”
“Yes, you don’t need toe over to take care of her today. Go back,” Symeon replied, holding Dulcie
in his arms, exuding a burst of fatherly warmth.
Dulcie extended her little hand and greeted Casey, “Good morning, Miss Casey. I’m much better today.
I’m going to kindergarten, and I want to y with Aiden.”
“Oh, I see,” Casey replied.
Symeon, holding Dulcie, walked past her, nning to leave. Casey followed, saying, “Let mee
along. I won’t be a bother; I’ll just help you drop Dulcie off at kindergarten.”
Symeon ignored her, not wanting to lose his temper in front of the child and tarnish hist image as a
father.
During the drive, Symeon remained silent. Casey and Dulcie chatted in the back seat, engaging in
whispered conversations. Symeon didn’t attempt to join their conversation and instead focused on
driving.
After half an hour, they finally arrived at the kindergarten, and the three of them got out of the car.
When the kindergarten teacher saw Dulcie, she happily greeted her, “Hello, Dulcie! You’re finally here
at kindergarten. I and the other kids have missed you a lot. Are you feeling better. now?”
Dulcie walked over and shyly replied, “Thank you, teacher. I’m much better now, and I’ve missed you
all too.”
After leading Dulcie into the ssroom, the teacher turned to Symeon. “Don’t worry, Dulcie’s dad. We
will take good care of her.”
Symeon nced into the ssroom and instructed, “Dulcie has a sensitive stomach, so please give her
light and non-greasy food.”
“Okay, you and Dulcie’s mom can rest assured. We will take good care of Dulcie.”
Dulcie’s mom?
Symeon and Casey exchanged nces, and before Casey could speak, Symeon coldly said, “She is
not Dulcie’s mother,”
Casey felt a bit awkward, finding this man incredibly petty.
The teacher also looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry; I thought she was Dulcie’s mother.”
“Well, take good care of Dulcie. We’ll be on our way,” Symeon concluded, then turned and left. Casey
looked back into the ssroom with lingering worry before departing reluctantly.
Outside the kindergarten, Symeon, with an emotionless expression, said to her, “Take a cab back by
yourself. I have to go to the office.”
“Hey, are you really so ungentlemanly that you won’t even give me a ride? It’s rush hour and it’s not
easy to get a cab.”
“So what? It’s not my concern. You can take the subway.”
Symeon had already gotten into the car and was fastening his seatbelt.
Casey, however, couldn’t resist being sarcastic and snarky. “If it were Amanda, you’d probably be
eager to offer her a ride, right?”
The man paused for a moment, then let out a heartless chuckle. “What do you
have topare with her? She’s more beautiful than you, more sessful in her career, and as a
mother, she’s far more responsible than you. Let me ask you, what have you ever done that’s
worthwhile? Sneaking into my bed, giving birth to my child, then abandoning her, and pretending to be
innocent. Now, when the paternity test reveals the truth, you try to take Dulcie away. Tell me, what have
you done that’s right?”
Symeon truly looked down on Casey, but he didn’t know about her past experiences or why she
couldn’t remember the pregnancy and childbirth events.
Casey was left speechless and felt like her self-esteem was being trampled upon.
“Do I appear to you as a bad woman?” she asked.
“What else would you be? Have you done anything decent? You sneaked into my birth to my child,
then abandoned them, only to confess when confronted with the DNA test. Now, you’re trying to take
the child away. Tell me, what have you done that’s righteous?”
Symeon didn’t hold back in expressing his disdain for Casey. He didn’t know the reasons. behind her
actions or her inability to recall what happened during her pregnancy and childbirth.
Casey wasn’t denying her actions but genuinely couldn’t remember what had transpired.
“I’m not denying it; I genuinely don’t remember these things. I even suspect I might have. amnesia, or
else how could I have no recollection at all.”
Symeon coldly suggested, “I rmend you see a therapist. I can arrange one for you.”
“Do you have to be so hurtful with your words? Have I done anything terribly wrong? I’ve admitted it
now, and I’ve promised to make it up to Dulcie. Why do you have to be like this? As a father, have you
set a good example?” Casey retorted.
Symeon couldn’t sit still anymore. “What have I done? As a father, am I chasing after at married woman
now? Do you want your daughter to suffer like this in the future?” He unbuckled his seatbelt, opened
the car door, and got out. “What’s wrong with you? As a father, do you want your daughter to suffer like
this in the future?”