Jason suddenly brought up the past, leaving Estre rubbing her temples, at a loss for words. She
hadn’t epted a ride from Jason earlier precisely to avoid being alone with him and dredging up old
memories. After all, it was all water under the bridge now.
Releasing her temple, Estre nced at Jason and said nonchntly, “Why did I have to tell you?
Maybe I just fancy ying the solo parent, you know.”
Even after three years, Estre hadn’t changed. She wasid-back, never sweating the small stuff with
anyone or anything-except, of course, when it came to her child and her
career.
Her candor left Jason speechless. Three years had nearly erased his memory of how Estre never
minced her words, never giving you the satisfaction of hearing what you
wanted.
Jason shot her an indifferent look before asking, “Don’t you have any questions for me? Nothing you
want to say?”
He figured she must have a lot to get off her chest, maybe even anger and reproach. The hotel lobby
wasn’t the ce for it, but now he was giving her the opportunity to vent.
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Hearing his words, Estre just and replied, “That’s all ancient history. I’ve forgotten all about it.”
Then, looking directly at Jason, she added coolly, “Jason, you should forget it too.”
Why bring up unhappy memories? Besides, after such a long time apart, there was no need to revisit
the past.
Estre’s dismissive attitude stuck in Jason’s craw. He had waited for her at the hotel entrance for a
long time, hoping for a serious conversation and to apologize for past wrongs. It was his fault he hadn’t
shown up at the airport as promised, and it was his fault they hadn’t talked as he said they would. He
hadn’t known she was hospitalized after a miscarriage; missing that had been his mistake too.
But Estre wouldn’t mention the past and seemed impatient whenever he brought it up. Suddenly,
Jason found himself at a loss for words, his apologies lodged in his throat, unspoken. She didn’t care
for his mea culpas.
They say adult rtionships are simple-just speak your mind. But with Estre, she wouldn’t waste her
breath on those she didn’t care about. She didn’t want to hear his exnations because she was
utterly disappointed, beyond hoping for anything.
In her heart, if someone truly mattered, they would never let her down time and again, and leave her
out in the cold. The only reason she had endured so much was that Jason had never truly cared.
At her suggestion to forget the past, Jason went silent. It wasn’t until they pulled up in front of the
Dorvold family estate and Estre said “Thanks” and reached for the car door that Jason suddenly
grasped her arm.
Turning to face him, Estre asked, “Something else?”
Jason let go of her arm at her detached tone and look. Estre withdrew her gaze and stepped out of
the car without looking back.
He watched Estre walk away, a torrent of emotions swirling inside him. Resting his hands on the
steering wheel, he stared at the grand Dorvold residence until her figure vanished from sight. Only then
did he start the car and drive away.
Inside the house, Estre was greeted by Isaac, who had his face smeared with frosting, running up to
her and eximing, “Mommy, mommy!”
Estre knelt and scooped up Isaac, wiping his mouth, “My little munchkin, always feasting, aren’t
you?”
No matter when Estre returned, Isaac was always snacking on something decadently
oversized.
Isaac blushed and giggled, burying his face in Estre’s shoulder.
Autumn chimed in, teasing, “Like mother, like son. You’ve been a grazer since you got teeth-never
stopped eating, not even on the john.’
“Mom,” Estre protested with a sheepish grin.
Jesse strolled over with a slice of strawberry cheesecake, remarking as she ate, “No wonder you grew
so tall.”
Estre, standing at a tall 5’9″, was considered quite statuesque among women.
Bryce approached and took Estre’s bag to set it aside. Since starting his own co he had be
more mature and was even more handsome and kinder to Estre t
before.
As Estre handed Isaac another slice of cake, Bryce yfully pinched Isaac’s chin, “S ‘Daddy.””
Isaac looked up at Bryce with his big, adorable eyes and cooed, “Daddy.”
At Isaac’s call, Bryce beamed, dabbing a dollop of frosting on his cheek, “That’s my boy,
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So sweet.”
Estre, at a loss for words, watched as Jesse instructed Isaac, “Say ‘Daddy.”
Isaac, with frosting on his face, repeated obediently, “Daddy!”
To Isaac, it seemed anyone could be Daddy, but there was only one Mommy-Estre. He
wouldn’t even call Jesse a ‘god mommy’, but when Jesse asked for a ‘Daddy, Isaac
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From the moment Estre brought Isaac into the world, the child had acquired countless ‘daddies.’
When Bryce smeared frosting on Isaac, Estre kicked him gently, “Having fun, huh? Go have your
own kid to y with.”
Unfazed, Bryce dusted off his pants, “Aren’t your kids practically mine, too?”
Estre scoffed at his remark.
Isaac, delighted by the yfulness,ughed and encouraged, “Daddy, fight.”
Bryce was amused, lifting Isaac into his arms, “E, my son is too cute.” He then added, “I need to earn
more, leave something for my boy. Wouldn’t be fair otherwise, after all the times he’s called me
‘Daddy.””
Over the years, Bryce had shouldered nearly all of Isaac’s expenses, leaving Estre and Jesse little
chance to chip in. To outsiders, and even to Isaac, Bryce was as good as his biological father.
Autumn watched the scene with a smile, “Isaac’s lucky to have all these daddies.”
When Bryce had to take a call for work, Estre stood up to see him out.
Strolling leisurely into the yard, Brycemented, “You’ve been back for a few days now, reckon my
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Estre, hands nonchntly buried in her pockets, shed an indifferent smile and said, “Already ran
into him tonight.”
At her words, Bryce’s stride halted abruptly, and he turned around to face her. It was clear from the
sudden shift in his expression that this news didn’t sit well with him: