Estre eyed Jason coolly, taking her sweet time before responding, “Now you learn how to sweet-talk,


    where was this charm when I needed it?”


    With that, she tossed the document bag back into hisp, “Take your stuff and get out of the car.”


    Jason set the bag aside, then pulled out her wallet, extracting a few bills and saying nonchntly, “This


    should cover me.”


    Estre scoffed, “Jason, seriously?”


    Tucking the cash away, Jason inquired, “You seem upset?” He had noticed her sour mood as soon as


    she got into the car.


    Estre exhaled without a word, and Jason suggested, “Let’s grab some food. I’d like to talk about the


    fire incident too.”


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    Upon hearing Jason mention the fire seven years ago, Estre gave him a look and started the car.


    Soon, they pulled up in front of a quaint garden bistro and made their way in together.


    Once the waiter had poured them some ice water and left the private dining room, Jason said, “I had


    those videos examined by the expert you mentioned – no signs of tampering.” He paused, then added,


    “Maybe we should consider a medical check-up?”


    If Estre was truly behind the incident, she would remember, but her memory was nk. Jason felt it


    was time to approach this from a different angle.


    He didn’t want to dredge up the past, hoping it would fade away, but he knew Estre. Now that she


    did, she’d unearth the truth, especially since she had promised to help Serene.


    Estre flipped through the documents Jason passed her, her voice steady, “I’ve thought about that,


    been looking for the right doctor.”


    “I’ve contacted a renowned professor,” Jason offered, “I’ll send his detailster. If he checks out, I’ll


    have Drew set up a meeting.”


    After reviewing the documents, Estre looked up, “Thanks, Jason.”


    He must have been quite frustrated holding onto that evidence of her setting the fire and being married


    to her. No wonder he was angry with her for so many years. Still, Estre couldn’t forgive his silence,


    finding it unforgivable.


    By eight o’clock, after dinner, Estre was still downcast. In the passenger seat, Jason nced over,


    “You got something on your mind?”


    When Jason brought up her concerns, Estre sighed, “Isaac’s been quiet again, eating


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    less. The doctor said it’s insecurity.”


    When Estre mentioned Isaac, Jason understood. For a mother, the child alwayses first. Jason


    asked, “Ever thought Isaac might be missing a father figure?”


    Estre chuckled, “I’ll find someone eventually. If it weren’t for your and Bryce’s rtion, I’d have asked


    Bryce to step in.”


    “Trying to get a rise out of me?” Jason quipped…


    Estre shot him a cool re, “If I wanted to get a rise out of you, I would’ve done it by


    now.”


    Jason reached over and ruffled her hair, deciding not to spar with her.


    Come Saturday morning, as Estrezily answered Jason’s call, he was already at the Dorvold family


    gates, ready to take Estre and Isaac out for some air.


    Irritably, Estre responded, “Jason, what are you doing so early? We’re busy, not happening.”


    Jason retorted, “Estre, it’s past ten. Time to wake up from your beauty sleep.” He had been waiting


    since eight but hadn’t called, assuming she was still asleep. Now it seemed like a good time.


    As Isaac peeked into the bedroom, Estre’s mood lifted instantly. She hung up and got ready.


    At the gate, Estre let Isaac choose whether to go with Jason. The eager nod from her child made the


    decision clear.


    An hourter, at the department store, they headed straight to the kids’ yground on the top floor.


    Bumper cars, carousel horses, a mini train – the games Estre usually yed with Isaac were now


    Jason’s territory. As Estre watched them, a soft smile appeared on her face.


    After a ride on the train, Estre handed Jason a napkin while wiping Isaac’s sweat, “How’s your


    wound?”


    “Worried?” Jason teased. Estre shoved the tissue into his hand and didn’t bother with


    him anymore.


    Other parents around them watched enviously, whispering about how good-looking the family was.


    When Isaac wanted to keep ying, Estre promised more fun after a good lunch. Isaac vowed


    earnestly to eat well, and at the restaurant, Isaac even offered his little coin purse, pping it down on


    the table with a proud thud.


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    Estre and Jason nced at each other as Isaac mmed a small pouch of money onto the table with


    a thud, instantly drawing their attention.


    Estre picked up the pouch with a curious smile and eyed Isaac, “Are you treating us to lunch?”


    Isaac’s eyes were wide with enthusiasm as he nodded vigorously, “It’s on me.”


    The generosity from someone so young tickled Estre into a fit of giggles, and even Jason couldn’t


    help but crack a smile.


    Isaac was surprisingly liberal with his spending, which hinted that he was in a particrly good mood


    today. This, in turn, lifted Estre’s spirits.


    But when Estre loosened the drawstring and spilled the contents of Isaac’s pouch onto the table, her


    laughter died in her throat.