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My back hit the wall, and I let out a muffled groan of pain. Tommy must have heard it because he ran out barefoot, stretched out his hand to shield me, and looked up at Ryan, not letting him touch me again.
Ryan looked down at him, smiled coldly, and said indifferently: “You’re just like mother, annoying.”
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I watched as Tommy’s eyes slowly turned red. This sentence probably broke his heart.
Under his pillow, he hid Ryan’s photo. He always knew that Ryan was his father.
Every painful night after he got sick, he would fall asleep in my arms, always dreaming that his father had come home.
He said he missed Tommy very much, just like Tommy missed him, always crying secretly.
He said he wouldn’t leave again, and he wouldn’t let mommy work so hard anymore.
But when the dream ended, Tommy finally met his father.
Yet he heard him say: “You’re just like your mother, annoying.”
Ryan only glanced at Tommy before looking away.
He seemed a bit irritated, frowning as he threw a bank card at me, saying flatly: “Take it
to treat your precious son. Spend a million or ten million, I don’t care.”
“Don’t go entertain clients anymore, and don’t forget to thank my wife.”
After saying this, he hugged Emma and turned to leave.
Tommy watched his gradually disappearing figure and called out softly: “Daddy…”
Then he turned back, held back his tears, and said softly to me: “Mommy, Tommy doesn’t want daddy anymore.”
11:31 Sat, Feb 15 ww.
His expression was so serious, as if he had a lot more to say, but suddenly he started coughing, spitting out blood, staining the floor, my clothes, and the photo of Ryan he was clutching in his hand…
I watched helplessly as he softly collapsed into my arms, hearing him say quietly: “Mommy isn’t dirty, mommy is very clean. It’s all Tommy’s fault for dirtying mommy’s
clothes.”
“Mommy, throw Tommy away, don’t want Tommy anymore, don’t make yourself suffer so
much anymore…
I listened to his voice getting softer and softer, watching him slowly close his eyes, hysterically calling out his name.
I hadn’t told him yet, how could there be a mother in this world who wouldn’t want her
own child?
He was a piece of flesh that fell from my body after ten months of pregnancy.
The nurses around us were in chaos, taking him from my arms and rushing him to emergency care. I forced myself to calm down and followed.
Looking up, I saw Ryan running frantically, appearing at the end of the corridor. His tears burst forth as he trembled and asked me: “Lily, did someone just call me daddy?”
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