Chapter 67


    I watched as my son, Probert, walked out in low spirits. He nced at his grandmother and Marissa,


    showing no surprise, indicating that he had grown quite ustomed to their presence.


    The first to approach him was Marissa''s son, a lively boy with a radiant smile and a fair, cherubic face,


    and just like Jan, he had striking hazel eyes. He ran up to Probert first, stood in front of him, and


    started talking, looking up at him.


    Probert, though in a downcast mood, managed a smile at Marissa, said something, and then turned to


    his grandmother.


    His grandmother, with a look of displeasure, said something and then grabbed Probert''s arm, her


    expression quite different from when she had been looking at Marissa and her son.


    Probert shrugged off his grandmother''s hand and walked away, then headed outside. Hazel said


    something to Marissa before she followed Probert.


    I wanted to start the car, but the number of parents picking up their kids made it impossible for me to


    get out.


    At this moment, Marissa, looking at Hazel''s retreating figure, raised an eyebrow in a disdainful smile,


    then waved goodbye to the other parents and left with her son.


    My gaze followed them until they disappeared. To my surprise, Marissa and her son got into a Porsche


    911.


    I had always liked this car, but I thought it was a bit extravagant, especially for a stay-at-home mom like


    me.


    Later, Jan argued that he needed to maintain a certain image for business, so he swapped out his


    BMW for a Bentley. He gave his old car to me, and my previous car became the family''s grocery getter,


    driven by Zora.


    I didn''t expect Jan to be so generous. The car he gave to his mistress was countless times better


    than that of his wife.


    I couldn''t help butugh at the irony, crying at the same time, grinding my teeth in frustration.


    Watching Marissa drive away with ease, I finally came back to reality, started the car, and headed


    straight to the Dawson residence.


    When I walked through the door, I saw Hazel sitting on the couch, berating Probert, who was standing


    obediently in front of her, head down, as if he hadmitted a grave mistake.


    Hazel stopped her tirade when she heard the door. She looked stunned when she saw me, her eyes


    wide with surprise and her mouth agape.


    When I walked up to her, she stammered, "You...what are you doing here?"


    "Mom!" I called out sweetly, bitter inside, "I came to see my Probert!"


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    "You...weren''t you sick? You...you look..." She pointed at me, lost for words.


    I ignored her. The scene at the school gate earlier had made me see this family for what they truly


    were.


    "What happened, Probert?" I walked over, crouched down, and reached out to my son.


    He looked as stunned as his grandmother had been. He stiffened at my touch, clearly resistant, and


    tried to pull away.


    I softened my voice and said, "It''s Mommy, Probert!"


    The sight in front of me reminded me of the security footage I had seen. Zora had pointed at me,


    unconscious on the bed, and said something that scared them all away.


    "Probert, Mommy''s better now! I''ve missed you, sweetheart!" I softened my voice further, slowly


    tightening my hold on him, pulling him into my arms. I gently patted his back and felt his body gradually


    rx. But I noticed that his eyes were still darting nervously at his grandmother.


    At that moment, I had an idea. I needed to find a way to get my children away from the Dawson family.