Chapter 509 None of Them Were Good People
Oliver nodded like a bobblehead. "I miss you too, but just a smidge less than I miss Mommy."
Susan's heart swelled with joy. "That's my kiddo." Of course, it was like that. She'd brought him into this world and raised him with all her might. If Caleb tried to take her spot, she'd be crushed.
Caleb put on his best fake angry face. "Oh, now I'm mad."
Watching the happy family trio, May felt like her heart was being ripped apart.
'I should be the one next to Caleb! Oliver shouldn't be Susan's son; he should be mine. Why does Susan get all the luck? I hate God for being so unfair! I hate fate!' May fumed inside.
She cursed God a million times a day.
"Susan, the ravioli's ready. Grab the utensils," Carol called out, carrying a big plate of steaming ravioli.
"Grandma!" Oliver leaped out of Susan's arms and dashed over to hug Carol. Carol's face lit up. "Oliver's back. I missed you so much."
"Grandma, I missed you too."
Susan chuckled, "You think about so many people in a day. Doesn't your little head get tired?"
"Thinking about my favorite Mommy and Grandma is pure joy. How could it be tiring?" Oliver shot back.
"You sure know how to sweet-talk." Carol was all smiles.
"Thinking about them, did you also think about Grandpa?" Maurice came down the stairs, grinning.
"Dad." Susan was about to help him, but Oliver beat her to it, zooming over like a little rocket. "Of course, I thought about Grandpa the most."
"Good boy." Even Maurice, who rarely showed emotion, laughed heartily.
"Grandpa, there's yummy ravioli." Oliver helped Maurice to the main seat, sat next to him, and plopped a steaming ravioli in Maurice's bowl. "Grandpa, eat the ravioli."
Oliver then handed out ravioli to everyone. "Grandma, eat the ravioli. Mommy, eat the ravioli. Uncle, eat the ravioli. Aunt, eat the ravioli." Oliver stretched his little arm as far as he could, making sure no one was left out.
Carol smiled and patted Oliver's head. "You're such a good kid."
"It's because Mommy taught me well." Oliver made sure to give props to his beloved Mommy.
"Great!" Susan blew a kiss to Oliver from across the table.
"Mommy, I love you." Oliver blew a big kiss back.
With a kid at the table, it was way more lively, unlike the usual quiet meals. Maurice and Carol found it refreshing and kept asking questions.
"Oliver, is kindergarten fun?"
"Yeah, it's a blast. The teacher is super nice, and the kids are cool. I made a bunch of new friends." Oliver said, munching on the ravioli, "Grandma's ravioli is the best in the world."
"If you like it, eat more. Grandma will make it for you all the time, okay?" Carol piled more ravioli into Oliver's bowl.
"Okay, this ravioli is so good, I could eat it every day!" Oliver said, happily munching away.
"Eat slowly, it's hot."
Susan teased, "Our Oliver is so handsome. Bet a lot of girls in kindergarten have a crush on you, huh?"
"Yep. Mommy, I get love letters every day. And a pretty girl said she wants to marry me when she grows up." Oliver replied.
Susan knew Oliver was something special. "Really? What did you say?"
Oliver grinned, "I told her no way, 'cause I wanna find a wife as pretty as Mommy."
Everyone burst out laughing.
Caleb puffed out his chest. "Well, you gotta be as awesome as me then."
Oliver shot back, "Don't worry, I'll be way better than you when I grow up."
Caleb was left speechless.
Susan gave him a smug look. "Face it, you can't top Oliver."
Caleb raised an eyebrow. If there weren't so many people around, he would've grabbed the little guy and given him a playful smack.
May felt like a ghost, completely invisible. They were a family, and she was just... nothing.
Once, she envied Susan's life. Then, when her parents died, she took over Susan's place and hoarded it all.
At first, living in this house made her uneasy, always having nightmares about Susan coming back to reclaim everything. But as time passed, the nightmares faded, and she felt like she truly became the Wilson family's only daughter.
Just when she finally felt at peace and thanked God for being fair, Susan reappeared and snatched away her happiness.
There was nothing crueler than giving someone what they wanted and then ripping it away.
Now, even if she dropped dead, no one at this table would care.
May's cup suddenly slipped from her hand, crashing to the floor and splashing water everywhere.
"May, you okay?" Susan quickly handed her a tissue, looking concerned.
May instinctively glanced at Caleb, but he acted like nothing happened, serving ravioli to Oliver.
He didn't even look her way.
May pushed Susan's hand away. "I'm fine. I'm heading upstairs."
If she stayed any longer, she'd suffocate.
"May..." Susan wanted to follow, but Caleb held her back.
"Let her go. She's been acting weird these past couple of days." Carol shook her head.
"You noticed too?" Susan asked.
"Yeah." Carol wanted to say more but held back. "It's nothing, just eat more ravioli."
Susan couldn't help but think about what May had said before. Even though May later claimed it was just in the heat of the moment, sometimes angry words reveal long-buried truths.
With everyone laughing and chatting, May's feeling of being an outsider must've been even stronger. Susan thought she was too selfish, only thinking about her own happiness and not considering May's feelings.
Susan felt guilty but didn't want to ruin the lively atmosphere, so she kept laughing and talking.
Little did she know, May was standing in the corner of the second floor, glaring down at her, gripping the handrail so tightly her knuckles turned white.
'Susan always said she treated me like a real sister and cared about my feelings. But what did she do? After I left, Susan laughed even more happily, and everyone at the table did too. No one worried, no one came up to check on me, to ask what was wrong. They kept chatting, even more enthusiastically. This whole family is a bunch of hypocritical wolves!' May fumed. She secretly vowed that she would never let them have a good time!
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