Chapter 224
Keith looked disinterestedly at the Barbie set in his hands. "What do you mean, 'what do I do'?"
"Your Daddy blew up at me over some bastard child and now forbids me from going to your house... That piano you got me, your Daddy threw it in the trash... How could he destroy your gift to me? I’m so heartbroken, so lost. I don't know what to do. I feel desperate..."
Anger creased Keith's brow when Emily referred to Angela with such distaste.
His voice was icy as he spoke, "If you hadn't laid a hand on Angela, Daddy wouldn’t have lost his temper. Actions have consequences, Mother. Perhaps some self-reflection is in order?"
"But I never touched the bastard. Not so much as a finger..."
Keith's sarcasm was palpable, "A lady of your status shouldn't be throwing around words like 'bastard.' Where's your grace, your poise? Perhaps you should spend more time practicing the piano to cultivate a broader perspective."
Emily was livid.
She was the “mother” of this little bastard, yet he had the nerve to lecture her with such a tone!
"Mother, if you lay a finger on Angela again, don't blame me if I block your number."
Keith spat out those words before abruptly hanging up the call.
"Keith! I carried you for nine months, and now you have the gall to block me? How could you... Hello? Hello?!"
Emily, gripping her disconnected phone, fumed on the busy sidewalk.
Ivan was standing up for that little bastard!
Owen was treating that little bastard like treasure!
And now, was Keith too starting to care for that little bastard?
She was so angry she wanted to smash her phone to pieces.
"Emily?"
A man's voice suddenly called out from behind her.
Emily smoothed the twisted anger from her face and slowly turned around, confronting a familiar visage, "You?"
Her eyes widened in shock.
"Yeah, it's me," the man said with a smile playing on his lips, "What are the odds of running into you on the street like this? It must mean our connection isn't over yet."
Emily quickly regained her composure, responding dryly, "We broke up. You shouldn't keep bothering me."
"I'm not. I was just passing by and saw you," Emotion swirled in the man's eyes, "Emily, it's been four years since we've seen each other. Not a single day or night goes by that I don't think of you. Can you really just let go of everything we had? You broke it off so abruptly, and up to this moment, I can't figure out what I did wrong. I don't understand why you had to be so final..."
Emily took a step back.
Four years ago, when she found out Hailey had given birth to the boys of the Winston family, she had concocted a perfect plan.
She had split from her boyfriend overnight, then with both kids in tow, sought out Ivan from the Winston family...
Their break-up had been swift and clean, and the man had vanished from her world for four years. She couldn't have predicted this unforeseen reunion.
He was her first love in high school, the one she had dated for years with such tenderness and affection.
If not for that incident, she might have married him.
She kept her first love neatly tucked away in her heart, convinced that she was over him at all.
But now, as she looked into the man's eyes brimming with earnest affection, a surge of grievance flooded through her freshly wounded heart.
"Emily, why are your eyes so red?"
The man took a step closer, gently placing his hands on her shoulders.
Her eyes grew even redder.
For these four years, she had chased after Ivan, keeping close and attuned to every shift in his moods.
Yet her own feelings had been thoroughly ignored by everyone.
At this moment, she realized that she, too, deserved to be cherished.
She lifted her head to meet the man's gaze and asked, "Aren't you upset about how ruthlessly I ended things four years ago?"
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